Текст Kendrick Lamar – Kush

Kendrick Lamar
Check, check, check, check…
It go

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Kendrick Lamar
To the meaning of life, what’s my purpose?
Maybe this earth is, ain’t a good place to be
How far is Heaven? Let’s see
Is it in the clouds like they said it would be?
I wonder when I die will he give me receipts?
I wonder will the eyes of the Lord look at me?
Look at me, look at me, I’m a loser, I’m a winner
I’m good, I’m bad, I’m a Christian, I’m a sinner
I’m humble, I’m loud, I’m righteous, I’m a killer
What I’m doing, I’m saying that I’m human, now people just

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Kendrick Lamar
It go one, two, three
Two in the front, one in the back seat, seat
Seat, seat, looking for a victim of an AK-47
Hundred round each, each, each
But why must we retaliate? Is it human nature?
I don’t know, I look for the answers later
Make a right, there they go, sometimes gotta

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Kendrick Lamar
As I open this book and then burn up some of this reefer
My plan is to figure out the world and escape all my demons
I’m dying inside, I wonder if Zion inside the Heavens
A condom, a rollie, pain, a fat blunt and a MAC-11
That’s all I see in my life and they tell me to make it right
But I’m right on the edge on Everest and I might jump tonight
Have you ever had known a saint that was taking sinner’s advice?
Well it’s probably you, am I right? If I’m wrong, you a fucking lie
When I lie on back and look at the ceiling, it’s so appealing to pray
I wonder if I’m just a villain dealing my morals away
Some people look at my face, then tell me don’t worry bout it
I give ’em back they deposit, no money, just total silence
I’m running, they say I’m wildin’, a youngun with lack of guidance
There’s hundreds of us with problems, more money, more drugs and violence
Look at the soul of an out-of-control artist that’s dealing with life the hardest
That’s on my life, but regardless I’ma

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BJ the Chicago Kid
Yeah, life can please ya, but death can tease ya
On the day Niko had that seizure, I lost one of my biggest believers, ohh
Close deaths make you think about your life
like if I had the same chance twice, what would I do different?
I’d tell her I loved her more, do more
but tease her bout crying on that picture
Now when I’m done recording, swear I let the beat bang in her name
Make her shake her head in Heaven saying they at it again
Make them clouds turn to speakers
Don’t take too much smoke from the reefer
Love being in the room with her peoples
Now my love life murking it, family having surgeries
Hate it that the truth that chose for they life to be under me
Lord, what kind of life is this?
Mama, I just wanna sing
Mama said, according to get everything
you gotta risk everything
So I’m smoking my kush reading Corinthians
Smoking my kush reading Corinthians
Smoking my kush reading Corinthians
Smoking my kush reading Corinthians

BJ the Chicago Kid croons to end