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Scacciapensieri - Текст песни The Last
[Slaine:]
 If this the last song I ever wrote
 If it were to be the night that these motherfuckers murdered me
 If it were to be a car crash, swervin into a Mercury
 Burgundy splashed through the glass when sirens circle me
 I will be viewed as violent certainly
 Drug-addled so maybe I've only written the worst of me
 Maybe by me even writin these words I'm temptin the fates
 They come from the heart, sent from a place
 I couldn't find in my mind I was blind I was lost
 In a time warp with a mind warped from a sick scene
 On a sidewalk, full of suicide thoughts
 Full of false dreams and hopes that you and I bought
 Like dope so we had to find things to cope
 Ended up covered in dirt not washed with soap
 We ended up learnin all about the cost of coke by the rope
 And seen some good folks lost from dope
 I can't begin to begin, I'm just horrified
 You hear me pennin this thing, you think it's glorified
 I just hear the pendulum swing again and again
 The same song, broken dreams and dead friends
 I been where I been now I stand where I am
 As a man with a mic in his hand and God damn
 Back holdin the crack, planet that's covered with monkeys
 As I walk through the halls of recoverin junkies
 [Hook: Everlast]
 If this was the last song that I ever wrote
 I'd tell you to grab it by the throat
 If this is the last song, I ever write
 I'll tell you to stand back up and fight
 Live yo' life, give yo' lifeScacciapensieri - The Last - http://ru.motolyrics.com/scacciapensieri/the-last-lyrics.html
 Stand up and fight young man
 Live your life, give your life
 Stand up and fight young man
 [Slaine:]
 If these the last words I ever spoke, would you listen closer?
 Would you close your eyes, envision what I'm supposed to
 Be just a ghost of my boys that overdosed
 On crushed-up poison, crushed with the noise of the ocean
 Way before Affleck or Coka Nostra
 Before I had a cashed check or a poster
 Rode sofa to sofa, clutchin on the old toaster
 Writin on spray paper, grey days of cold culture
 Devil got an ulcer with a habit to match it
 In a bad temper so I'm grabbin a ratchet
 Just to go along with it my stakes are high
 Tell the people this is the way that I say goodbye
 To my baby boy Terrence, parents so opposite
 Just as smart as momma is, fiery as poppa gets
 Just one thing little man you cannot forget
 If your will is real nobody else can stop the shit
 Shit I'm livin proof, take a look and figure it
 Grew up in a paradox and rather not forgive the shit
 But I had to box out this box and I live with it
 Boxed out of detox, they said I'm on some wicked shit
 Hated, they were racist so I was facin bigger shit
 Seen too many homies die just tryin to dig a ditch
 I philosophize all my life burnin cigarettes
 I became smarter but y'all returned to ignorant
[Hook]

















