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Artiste:
Mustafa
Titre:
Leaving Toronto
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I dropped a bag on the kid I dropped a bag on my Glock Heart, boy, but I don't heart a lot Yeah I'm leaving Toronto It has nothing left to give me, I held it all, all There's nowhere I can go I drove five hours to cry in Montreal This time I'll learn to be alone I'll keep my fear of you leaving inside my drawers I forget myself in your arms If we're burning this city, tell me where to start I'm leaving the things that I said, last of my friends Help me shut my eyеs, oh, I still haven't slept I'll come back running to thе past Running till I pass through you All that we're running through the tap Running through our hands, this bruise What is on your face? If I lose this case I will See you in the day Tomorrow, today, still I'm leaving Toronto I would drown this whole city if I could There's nowhere I can go That has enough room to let me bring my hood Oh, when you told me I could have you Did you mean all of you? And your little sister's growing big And I've been the same since before she lived Running to the past Running till I pass through you All that we're running through the tap Running through our hands, this bruise What is on your face? If I lose this case, I will See you in the day Tomorrow, today, still I dropped a bag on the kid I dropped a bag on my Glock Heart, boy, but I don't heart a lot I dropped a bag on the kid I dropped a bag on my Glock Heart, boy, but I don't heart a lot I'm leaving Toronto If it ever lets me go And if they ever kill me Make sure they bury me next to my brother Make sure my killer has money for a lawyer And if they ever kill me Ask Allah to put light in my grave Ask Allah to take the good of my old days Make sure my killer has money for a lawyer