paroles de chanson Last Poet - A$AP Twelvyy
My
good
brother
It′s
time
to
talk
to
the
people
It's
a
war
going
on
outside
they
got
us
isolated
But
it′s
time
to
wake
up,
no
more
hibernatin'
Hyperbolic
time
chamber
before
quarantine
It
was
all
a
dream,
that's
a
horror
scene
Wake
up
in
a
mask,
time
moving
real
slow
Everything
was
fast,
praying
that
my
bills
froze
Somethin′
′bout
the
heat
up,
tryna
clean
the
street
up
Lot
of
time
on
my
hands,
bro,
pull
a
beat
up
Supermarket
lines,
we
could
meet
up
Freedom
in
this
food,
closing
up
schools,
history
repeat
us
Days
gettin'
longer,
nights
gettin′
colder
World
still
spinnin'
as
the
kids
get
older
Momma
love
to
say,
"Everything
will
be
fine"
So
I
read
books,
write
poetry,
try
to
ease
my
mind
Before
bloodclaat
noon
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