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  • Текст песни Duke Lune - Mr. Fortune

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    Тут находится текст песни Duke Lune - Mr. Fortune, а также перевод, видео и клип.

    Named Mister Fortune, with mixer and rum, he watched his life as he was dying
    Now the virgin son, to the day he won, ran for the hills like he was lightning
    When you run up, with gun up, don't show up, no glow up, for no one these dogs keep biting
    Hes got words not puns, call him Mike Tyson, when he goes down he falls down fighting

    As a kid he was scared when he woke, his parents yelling about being broke, pop a coke
    Then he walked to his schoolyard alone, to be shoved to a wall pinned by his throat, then he croaked
    "You cant see, when I bleed, but I'll scream, through my teeth, that I'll make it big you be selling dope
    Never made a sound as he got beat, and he got right back onto his feet, cuz if he didn't he had nowhere to go

    Now mister fortune, gazed at wayward sun, facing he demons, cuz he knew he was dying
    When he walls he'd built had fallen
    Behind it all he's lying
    Then mister fortune, found a way to run, reaching for his gun, cried out "I give up trying"
    Heart weighs a ton inside him
    The deed is done he's flying

    From head to toe, all his clothes, were tattered like an old rope
    Then he grows, gets some hoes, and wore some gold like the pope
    Smoked some dope, just to cope, heart shattered like a glass boat
    Had his flow, washed with soap, was scared of being alone
    So then he fell in a rut, like tut, touched his gut, hieroglyphs out the butt, probed up to make the cut
    Talked out his ass, lost his class, tryna hold up a front
    Living life so fast had no one to pass the blunt

    Took. cylocibin to
    Free his mind from vibing to
    Peeps who's words are piss on
    Sheets of old white linen so
    He could take a breather
    Like he's got emphysema be-
    Liefs existentialist so
    Free made his own meanings

    To things, whether he raps or he sings, like Krabs works for the cha ching, and tryna keep himself clean, so he can work with his De, man's breaking off at the seams, surrounds with people he deems, will help him live all his dreams, he's had since he was a teen

    Now mister fortune, gazed at wayward sun, facing he demons, cuz he knew he was dying
    When he walls he'd built had fallen
    Behind it all he's lying
    Then mister fortune, found a way to run, reaching for his gun, cried out "I give up trying"
    Heart weighs a ton inside him
    The deed is done he's flying

    Then he goes back to his place, girl with a second face, robs him for all he's got
    Drinks his weight with no chase, shot with an orange taze, left in the dirt to rot
    He won't burn out for cheap, like a gun on the street, aim to kill like a red dot
    His heads in an empty space, fearing for his court case, needle in the vein like a blood clot

    Too tame, no pain, some fame, no shame
    A shot on the rocks with a thot
    Drink some liquor from a bag, the pour it on rag, now watch out he's got a molotov
    Loose change, tall frame, gun range, Ukraine
    Then he realized he had been bought
    They come at him and stab, then he runs without the bag, too late cuz he's been watched like a school clock

    Now mister fortune, gazed at wayward sun, facing he demons, cuz he knew he was dying
    When he walls he'd built had fallen
    Behind it all he's lying
    Then mister fortune, found a way to run, reaching for his gun, cried out "I give up trying"
    Heart weighs a ton inside him
    The deed is done he's flying


    Just wanted to make songs
    Where did he go that wrong
    Did it start with the lies
    When we hit the glass bong
    Looked into his memories
    And the numerous enemies
    Lying straight from the Hennessy
    Too bad life's not a best of three
    Bit the best of me's losing
    Fortunes stories been written
    Never has a conclusion
    Maybe mines the revision

    Now mister fortune, gazed at wayward sun, facing he demons, cuz he knew he was dying
    When he walls he'd built had fallen
    Behind it all he's lying
    Then mister fortune, found a way to run, reaching for his gun, cried out "I give up trying"
    Heart weighs a ton inside him
    The deed is done he's flying

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