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Hero Left Unsung Video (MV)




Performed By: Crisflow
Language: English
Length: 2:25
Written by: Cristian Flores
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Crisflow - Hero Left Unsung Lyrics




Writer kid
Writing fibs tryna get verbal leverages
Black holes hiding in my inner core
Going out was a chore
Weed scent spewing through the pores
Left the states, felt like going world tour
Smoke fumes cloud the shores
Flaws I refuse to ignore
Oh lord
I meant oh my
Birds fly high, that's how I feel
Wave flags like the iron sheik
With the gorillas, don't show the teeth
Feet planted on concrete, but heads in the nebula

Heart sized megaladon
Tiger Woods how I'm on a different par
Showered in tar, throw the flames on after
Chief green by the bay like Packers
Turn to the next chapter
Flow faster, faster
Not fast enough, now stuck in a rut
Ate dinner by myself and still went double Dutch
Pants clutched, starched as such
Hustle and Flow, I go buck
Wild, March on like private Pile
Cheap bathroom tiles, still showered with a smile
Used to coward, washed with dread and laughter
Ash smoked color cracker

What am I really after
Sapphire in the rough
Kept quiet and hushed
Grab the dogs and mushed
Healed with the females touch
Lasted shorter than I want
Subtle flaunts still felt like taunts
Write poetry in a different font
Hack a lung and spit all nasty
Cheap thrills felt more real than calling caddies
Mow down land just for a hole in one
F*ck, I've been done
Stay in my room like ive been shunned
Shocked and stunned
Worrying running out of funds
Is life one big ass pun
Heart heavy, weighted a ton
Rays from the shining sun
Charcoal burning, might get the black lung
The hero left unsung, i wouldve swung
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English

Writer kid
Writing fibs tryna get verbal leverages
Black holes hiding in my inner core
Going out was a chore
Weed scent spewing through the pores
Left the states, felt like going world tour
Smoke fumes cloud the shores
Flaws I refuse to ignore
Oh lord
I meant oh my
Birds fly high, that's how I feel
Wave flags like the iron sheik
With the gorillas, don't show the teeth
Feet planted on concrete, but heads in the nebula

Heart sized megaladon
Tiger Woods how I'm on a different par
Showered in tar, throw the flames on after
Chief green by the bay like Packers
Turn to the next chapter
Flow faster, faster
Not fast enough, now stuck in a rut
Ate dinner by myself and still went double Dutch
Pants clutched, starched as such
Hustle and Flow, I go buck
Wild, March on like private Pile
Cheap bathroom tiles, still showered with a smile
Used to coward, washed with dread and laughter
Ash smoked color cracker

What am I really after
Sapphire in the rough
Kept quiet and hushed
Grab the dogs and mushed
Healed with the females touch
Lasted shorter than I want
Subtle flaunts still felt like taunts
Write poetry in a different font
Hack a lung and spit all nasty
Cheap thrills felt more real than calling caddies
Mow down land just for a hole in one
F*ck, I've been done
Stay in my room like ive been shunned
Shocked and stunned
Worrying running out of funds
Is life one big ass pun
Heart heavy, weighted a ton
Rays from the shining sun
Charcoal burning, might get the black lung
The hero left unsung, i wouldve swung
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Writer: Cristian Flores
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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