The Chronicles - Bundle Up lyrics

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We rise and we fall. We've been thru it all. These things that we play will fade us away.<br />

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Black boy living odds stacked on the reef. Gap in my teeth black motif. Born on the corner pack racing ducking breeze. Kicking ball with scrapped knees I'd hop along. My mama said your some bie. I'm like mama my laces is untied. Sometimes the sun don't rise or set on time and dark clouds got my heart mudded up. But a real soldier takes licks when they come. I reminisce with my nigga. He's on some strife tip like kid look here responsibility might have a nigga hunting fiends in the night or in the morning on the corner. Grey streets and orange skies. Dreams like butterflies they flutter bye. Can't survive on wages I wonder why. He fighting of fears scanty and cages. Lit a loose canon tryna shoot at him. Had him thinking harsh realities; he kept sinking. Said he feels like he's going no where. Got bredrens in heaven saying kid come here. I'll days still make we eyes soggy. Talent in cane half and half in the nuggie looking for our moses. Pharaoh oppose us. I see no Perot's close or Zeta-Jones. Just another lost citizen of paradise lost. So what the pair a dice cost? In the business there's high stakes on your freedom but in the streets... <br />

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There's lots of love, it's a cold world bundle up<br />

Your luck is up? it's a cold world bundle up<br />

Tell such n such it's a cold world bundle up<br />

Yeah Bundle Up it's a cold world. [x2]<br />

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Inna though. With eyes closed I should have known. Body in Prada heads always in her dough. Hey girl! I see your still a big dreamer, big schemer, roll with links in that big Beamer. Blaze heaters, burning hundreds and getting warm from the cold world. Tryna get straight you go girl! I tried to holla but you never pick up. Son peed the bed or daughters probably got hiccups. And it sucks cause we used to be so close. Puppy love. Yeah my sad face got me hugs. But I was too young and too spun on you hun. Self conscious plus living unconscious with no sleep. I try to link but it seems like we are out of sink lover what that means? You used to tell me everything, rolling blunts with the binder paper. I'm ducking blue lights doing you favors. Babies on the way cause a nut bust thru the condom no love and less trust. But lets trust us mama your due any day but hey, what the song say? <br />

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[Chorus]<br />

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Rattle rattle you can hear the sound of dice in the cup, I'm betting 50 on crown. Blunt ash and hit the concrete. Bikes scream like RnB or Heavy Metal. O.G.'s tell me it ain't no telling what's gonna happen when I get it thru the wire. Spit it down Middletown and lit the dump on fire. Who's smoking? Who's just exhaling? Can't tell too cold. Two fold R.I.P. spraying. My bredrens got<br />

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Lots of love. The crew gel and knuckle up. Bredrens strike a dutch and bundle up. What! <br />

Under the lamp post fear Po-po straight under cover, nervous and bundle up. What! <br />

Singing a lullaby mama don't cry. things r bound to get rough but bundle up. What! <br />

But bundle up What... but bundle up...