YOUNG BALLER - Can't Let My Adress Be My Destination (BEAT-BY-SERGE-DOMINA) | Текст песни

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• Can't Let My Adress Be My Destination (BEAT-BY-SERGE-DOMINA)

1
when you lookin at the city from the height of the roof
you thinkin of no ballin no grindin for dat loot
u feel like no problems exist on those streets
that turn into a colourful lego construction mix
walls contain bricks that try to hide those bein weak
try to give them comfort make sure no body can sneak
we usually don't notice that limits we are framed wit
are nothin but the routine that we don't wanna play wit
stressin out for bullshit havin no inspiration
expressin no emotions angry but stayin patient
i'm lookin down at little human-like figures
they all seem so equal while there's so much difference
you start to think global over da right strategy
breakin out of boundaries and doin some legend shit
i do love my city and i definitely missin it
but i can't let my adress become my destiny

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no no no no nooow
can't let my adress be my destination
i just can't let it happen
no no no no nooow
can't let my adress be my destiny
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2
somebody down there is diein from drug addiction
somebody live a mess and he down't wanna fix shit
somebody has a goal and he's puttin every effort
to stand up on his feet cuz there's someone to care for
broke people wanna strike cuz most likely to envy
blamin the government, hatin those drivin Bentleys
time is a resource and life is a game
scheme big but still remember how to kneel and pray
a picture in a frame looks betta than one witout it
listen to what they say but first u gotta doubt it
why waste yo strenght on shoutin and useless offers
succeedin in yo business require to stay focused
experience the change and go through the pain
get beat up by the fate but u gotta get paid
wait. whatch the time fly by u can't be wastin it
do whatever it takes not to turn yo adress into yo destiny
3
The world is full of wonders all different dimensions
i'm headed 4 the stars and that's da destination
the dreams are so illusive that's why i keep em secret
visualise the goal and i stick to it strictly
and all the plans i'm buildin r nothin but the preview
God has his ways and honestly i have to lay my tribute
forgive me 4 my sins, Father, my bein dat ungreatful
i do deserve my life to be a bit more painful
sharpen the blade and get cut to bleed
smash against the wall but don't slow the speed
chances given but wasted have no regrets 4 it
the past disappeare so u start a new story
life is a track we run jumpin the obstacles
we fall and get up cuz winnin still possible
we get lost, find the lane and go fast in it
we just can't let the adress be the destiny


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