Текст песни Can't Stand to Wake Up (Motown Grown) - Wisemen
Walking
the
block
rockin
a
kufi
and
Timbs
Grim
ruby
red
eyes
yo
I
swim
with
the
sharks
Narcs
bark
distantly
insisting
on
my
innocence
Walk
in
the
door
cigar
guts
on
the
floor
Grab
the
zippo
Burn
the
blueberry
Philly
real
slow
Eyes
of
a
panther
black
looking
out
my
window
We
either
tango
with
fists
and
elbows
Or
rangle
with
clips
furious
eagle
talon
hollows
Follow
me
home
and
gaze
down
a
cave
of
chrome
Shown
to
real
life
reflected
off
my
birthstone
Perfecting
realism
prison
Street
corner
illustration
Real
life
is
three
strikes
you
see
stripes
Bled
life
when
cuz
was
murdered
a
burden
I
had
to
carry
My
own
tears
I
buried
Staring
at
Florida′s
son
Glaring
like
Florida's
sun
Done
deep
thoughts
over
flick
the
four
leaf
clover
Roach
approach
my
burgundy
booth
Shooting
I
heard
Prefer
to
stay
inside
unless
my
kufi
is
bulletproof
Slide
my
timbs
back
off
imma
write
this
verse
Keep
sleeping
reawaken
my
thoughts
dispersed
Ayo
born
in
the
12th
month,
angels
felt
cold
huh
Word
to
my
old
pop,
keep
venom
like
the
cobra
Grow
wild
in
the
open,
to
open
bottles
often
Drink
my
pain
away,
it
felt
like
coffins
Cement
often,
rose
just
to
spite
me,
reality
hit
hard
like
Ike
T
Im
on
the
porch
sheisty,
blunted,
middle
finger
to
the
police
Black
hoodie,
when
times
get
ugly
the
streets
mad
pretty
Handle
my
city
with
the
palm,
nigga
Im
grown
I
gotta
help
keep
the
heat
and
the
lights
on
Im
flowin
in
but
no
money
outta
this
microphone
I
recite
a
war
poem,
while
jumpin
over
obstacles
Same
stanza
have
a
stranger
strangled
vivid
as
maya
angelou
Untangible
rhyme
animal
hungry
to
eat
Released
on
furloughs
from
my
mind,
to
follow
God′s
feet
I
repeat
like
a
broke
record,
habits
that
choke
leopards
Lungs
open
like
recievers,
Sung
open
wounds
closed
like
them
old
voodu
healers
While
my
niggas
slammed
in
mausoleums
The
nasea'll
will
keep
you
scratching
at
a
coffin
top
Causin
gasps
of
poisonous
wind
drafts
That
make
the
neighbors
call
the
cops
32
flavors
I
drop,
at
the
speed
of
a
feather
Get
ya
shit
broke
like
flower
pots
'n
May
- Weather
Peace
yeah
y′all
I′m
on
the
East
when
you
call
We
fall
smoking
nights
burnt
my
fleece
in
the
hall
Skipping
school
for
me
was
the
subject
class
fuck
it
Cash
a
stash
for
my
last
budget
Hash
and
Reggie's
flash
my
flask
to
the
public
Peace
take
a
drink
and
stuff
what
I
think
High
like
the
sky
or
something
more
above
it
Cuff
it,
Only
the
arms
of
god
touch
it
Golden
rocks
is
Mics
on
site,
Illah
corrupt
kids
Peace
to
Moms
pop′s
life
And
Just
with
rough
bids
Inhalers
who
snuff
lids
and
cuss
Rusty
minds
and
plus
dust
bid
yall
word
up
1 The Wisemen Speaks
2 Super Bowl Cipher
3 Heartspun (Original Blinded)
4 Founder Of Pain
5 Bronze on Black Royalty (Interlude)
6 Mixture of Muhammad (Original)
7 Tarantula's Web (Raw)
8 Streets Is My Home
9 1st Salute (Interlude)
10 Honor's Promise (Alternate Take)
11 Wisemen Approaching
12 2nd Salute (Interlude)
13 New Year Banger - Reprise
14 Masta Killa Speaks (Interlude)
15 Slow Down
16 Influences (Interlude)
17 Can't Stand to Wake Up (Motown Grown)
18 The Dagger
19 Sleepers
20 Let the World Hear
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