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Не моё™ by не моё ™

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Не моё™ by не моё ™ - Hip-Hop music cover art

Не моё™

Hip-Hop

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Lyrics
Description
令人驚嘆 Cry for anxiety
Waiting for a machine, I listen to a band that's playing around Boager, Laker and Trolls
Murd a limb forth, corner store and he a'hummin'
Subway streets, shit midnight, Trains and creeps,comin'
Rusted bike, with fresh paint, Jag on the mailbox
Mommy's voice on the line saying keep your head up son Don't clock out I learned to build them from a stoop
Concrete drums, shoot squeak time Trade a cold night for a verse, slip a dime into a rhyme
Rico on the block with a grand place, chess with his love
We playin' seasoned crack sidewalks Watch the future unbuck
Heartbeat drums, steppin' time Leave me in, feel the sign
Rise up, city lights, feel the fire burn
This is our night, stand tall, take flight
Blue and red on canal, flashbacks like a film reel
Court dates, sticky notes, one breath, make the next deal
Phone got a 2am, left with a whipped receipt
Found my voice on a rooftop, sellin' truths to the beat
Multi-syllable hustle, hustle my own limit measure
Flip the script on a cold night stand, hope like treasure from Bustaland
Pose presence through the O'Neill sessions
We trade smile losses for the map through our blessings
Rest slow, count signs, step out, break the lines
Rise up, city lights, feel the fire burn
This is our night, stand tall, take flight
Yeah
Oh, oh, oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh, oh, oh yeah
Late call, I whisper names into a worn jacket sleeve
Promise to the kid who watched the corner and believed
If I fall, let the echo say I tried with all I had
If I win, let the silence melt him till the city's glad
This is for the ones who shouted soft in a wave
For the phone calls that never came, we turned the pain to gain
Bitch, I'm Delancey, cassette tapes and paper crowns
One step, two step, then we own this town
No glitter, just grit scar, hands up your palms
Can move like midnight preachers wingin' alarms
Oh, oh, oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh, oh, oh yeah
To the elevation
Oh, oh, oh yeah
To the elevation
Oh, oh, oh yeah
Rise up, city lights, fire in our eyes
We own this night, now watch us rise
So here we stand, here we stand
Echoes braided, dark as night
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