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Текст песни Cunninlynguists f [Cashmere the Pro] - Appreciation (Remix)

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[Chorus]Hold on, cause you`ll never miss your ownUntil that water`s gone, it`s wrong, it`s wrong, so hold onHold on, cause you`ll never miss your ownUntil that water`s gone, it`s wrong, be strong and hold on[Cashmere the Pro]:It was morning she was brisk with her wordsHe apologized but all she was thinking was this is absurdShe understood he had to work but it was hittin a nerveShe hated his out of town trips, and this was the thirdOne in two weeks, he ain`t wantin to beefExplainin` hes the one the job picks when they need someone to speakHope to make up for lost time, but she`s PO`edAnd somethin bout this morning`s coffee seems eerily cold"What about your family?" she repeats the exclamationYou seem to up and leave for work without the slightest hesitationAggravation... floatin waves, why you rockin the boat?Baby, this is my job, what you think I`m not gonna go?All she thought about was the weekends, and opted to blowFelt her caution in the wind when she started to throwCups to the floorShe wantin to war cus she misses her homeDidn`t want the wave of loneliness she gets when he goneBut she insists to be on blast but not burstin with lightIt gets heavy as she yells "Who comes first in your life?"He don`t wanna be hurtin his wifeBut he got a flight to catch so for now he`s desertin the fightGoes for his goodbye kiss, she turns, He takes a cold cheek while she yearnsHates his job but loves him cus he`s so sweetBut she wants him to have a night of dwellin without a goodbyeAs he drives off to make Flight 11"[Chorus]Hold on, cause you`ll never miss your ownUntil that water`s gone, it`s wrong, it`s wrong, so hold onHold on, cause you`ll never miss your ownUntil that water`s gone, it`s wrong, be strong and hold on[Deacon the Villain]It was hard times following the death of father and motherHe felt disconnect now, though is guardian was his brotherWhom he envied, cause he always seemed to be the favored siblingThe one people always assumed would create a greater livingHe despised it, sick of his brother`s shadowFelt like a jester wanting to be king of his own castleMoved from Brick City to where girls got fixed tittiesHollywood, cause there that shit`s prettyBig brother would write, call, and emailTryin to make light of the situation, askin to be sent seashellsLittle brother was strugglin, in and out about three jailsTried to stand on his own two but he fellCalled his older brother one day, cryin` apologizingIt was a Monday, said he was sick of dramatizinAnd that his Hydai, had came to the end of it`s roadHis money was froze, too broke to launder his clothesOld bro was understanding though, expressing sorrowSaid he would hit the first flight out tomorrowThat they`d get a rental and pack up a carloadThey`d bond on the drive back, and he`d cover the barcodesCause tomorrow, family ties would no longer be severedRemaining bloodlines would be back togetherTuesday morning at Newark airport it beautiful weather9/11 will be a day that they`ll remember forever

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