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featuring Ab-Soul & Fred The Godson (Hook) Broken dreams lost in the night Pieces falling, pick ‘em up again. If I don’t win I swear I’ll die trying, die trying. (Verse) The small turn shape real, check my motherfucker resume, When they was getting high I was trying to levitate Level to my catalogue and after all you better say I haven’t kept this funky from the junk, but it doesn’t stake. And I may not register with me or her, Who doesn’t think, who doesn’t think he hasn’t earned Inspiring history without a body burned Is not that I’m an alcholist, but I can turk. And no matter where it go, nothing in the something, And when it feels like hell I know that heaven’s closed. It ain’t enough for debates, so change the subject, Sometimes I feel more awake with my eyes closed. (Hook) Broken dreams lost in the night Pieces falling, pick ‘em up again. If I don’t win I swear I’ll die trying, die trying. Letras de canciones(Verse) Everybody needs something, they see my show when it’s sold out Still rock it, so the money has to lone out Niggers bugging out, need an exterminator, I’ll be your body covered in chrome, a terminator I’ll change your haters concerns to be concerned with paper And who patrons like heavy sermons, hear the sermon later. Right now I read the comments out loud She came up on my taxes as I’m raising my eyebrows You might be jumping out the window while I’m out Coming at me simple with my style now Broken dreams led to fixed realities, I was trained like the santa fe, fatality. (Hook) Broken dreams lost in the night Pieces falling, pick ‘em up again. If I don’t win I swear I’ll die trying, die trying. (Verse) I’m lost dreaming, the walls screaming, CR demons Room spinning in hell scent, what y’all bringing? Precaucious paranoia keep me pop stand, And I ain’t lock a soul out, I got locked at. Brother out to make room for my current fame, Current game, free of tripping, me marley and this current dance Overseas women I see it but that’s a current change You still got a shot, still current wage. No bullshit, you’re a victim at a current rage Wonder when I blast the concept that I was insane. All that, feel me not, wasn’t sane Block full of candles, she what’s is next, tell me what’s his name Pocket full of problems, that’s irrelevant by every bent, Laying next to the skeletons and the evidence. Pocket full of problems, that’s irrelevant by every bent, Laying next to the skeletons and the evidence. (Hook) Broken dreams lost in the night Pieces falling, pick ‘em up again. If I don’t win I swear I’ll die trying, die trying. From Letras Mania