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Текст песни Field Mob - Crutch

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[Chorus]
You are not alone `cause I`m going through this thing with you
You don`t have to cry no more
If we make it through this pain, promise I`m gon` keep it real with you
You don`t have to cry no more

[Boondox] I remember bein broke with no record deal
[Kalage] Broke with no job
[B] Too broke to smoke dope
[K] Man, times so hard
I wanna take my own life
[B] That`s what pain do to you
[K] But I`m too broke to even die
[B] I couldn`t afford a funeral
[K] I`m too broke to spend time
[B] Y`all don`t know how it feel
I could`ve been a metal welder
[K] `Cause I know how to steel (steal)
[B] Naw, I ain`t braggin, I`m just keepin it real
I was so broke my wet dream was `bout eatin a meal
[K] Man I been homeless
[B] You ever spent the night in the grass?
[K] With ants and mesquitos
[B] While they bitin ya ass
[K] My best friend got shot nine times for nothin
He was all I had, we used to lie and say we was cousins
[B] Even momma turned her back on me, wouldn`t look me in my face
I`m a disgrace to my folks...
[K] `Cause I ain`t graduate?
[B] I ain`t have nobody
[K] Man, I wish I was dead
[B] I was alone so I turned to God and he said

[Chorus]

[Boondox]
As far as I remember, I been in high school ever since elementary
Since the fifth I been twistin spliffs and hittin the weed
My eyes went through menestration every day in the summer
At age six, my piss could crank up a Hummer
Had a hooker mom, like Alfred she Hitchcock
Bumped dad, `cause when he visit it was like a pit stop
I lived knock hard, like Jay-Z, boy ya won
Things got harder, at age eighteen, I bought a gun
A three-eighty caliber, for street crazy scavengers
Tryna take my ??, I`ll turn your hat lavender
Sacks of herb in my pocket I smoke eventually
Supposed to be sellin `em, but it`s hard to give `em away
Livin the day for tomorrow, so on the down-low
I used beats and rhymes, why not, look at me now
From flippin dimes, playin get like me to get a dollar
To ridin on my own twenties in my Impala, I ain`t cryin

[Chorus]

[Kalage]
Well, I been hearin a lotta people say that blood`s thicker than water
Well answer this then, which would you swallow?
I said that to say, it don`t matter, friend or kin
Shawn ain`t my cousin but he here through thick and thin
[B] OK, I came up but all the faith folks came down
[K] The script flip flopped
[B] Now the game changed round
Everybody wanna chill now, in my grill now
Now my smile ice cold, white gold like whooooooaaaa!

[Chorus 4x]

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