| Ain’t shit changed, still bony, no bowflex
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| Googling some titties when my girl won’t give me throat sex
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| (Swag) Stressing, strung out, kotex
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| Wishing I could get my money back from them old checks
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| American, proletariat, derelict
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| No inheritance, heiresses think my lair is embarrassing
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| I’m the stoner Spider-Man, ripping chemical vitamins
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| Spit it, general cypherin', gripping emerald Heinekens
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| I sold LP’s, smoked lb’s
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| You smell me? |
| That’s Wells Beach
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| I’m on my soil, chilling on a winter’s night
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| I ran out of oil, that’s that shit I don’t like
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| Came in the game with a brain, not an amulet
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| I need the cannabis, not what is on the mannequin
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| I procreated so you know I need the money
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| Must’ve saw me looking scrawny and they thought he wasn’t hungry
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| I’m starving, I’m starving
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| Shit I’ll eat all the food in your apartment
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| I’m starving, I’m starving
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| I might even eat the shit up out the garbage
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| I’m starving, I’m starving
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| I’ll eat the whole turkey you ain’t gotta carve it
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| I’m starving, I’m starving
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| I’ll eat the walls and the ceiling and the carpet
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| Yo, it’s that ugly white rapper, no, not Paul Wall
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| But the one from the North, doesn’t say «all y’all»
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| I got a ten sack, that’s like eight more balls
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| And I’m gonna blow trees till the acorns fall, ayup
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| It’s like I’m riding in a beamer
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| When I’m in a Nissan with Ryan Peters on the speakers, ayup
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| Same shit, people that I came with
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| Still up in Maine, bitch, I ain’t that famous
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| And this isn’t commercial
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| But it would be if I hadn’t been dropped from Universal
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| They say you gotta pay to fly
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| You want filets on a plane, well them stakes is high
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| So I’m sitting at McDonald’s, I don’t got a dollar
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| I might spit in it and then sip the saliva out the bottle
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| I procreated so you know I need the money
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| Must’ve saw me looking scrawny and they thought he wasn’t hungry
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| I’m starving, I’m starving
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| Shit I’ll eat all the food in your apartment
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| I’m starving, I’m starving
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| I might even eat the shit up out the garbage
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| I’m starving, I’m starving
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| I’ll eat the whole turkey you ain’t gotta carve it
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| I’m starving, I’m starving
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| I’ll eat the walls and the ceiling and the carpet
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| (Skinny women lose weight like)
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| (Bring it)
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| This is East of Eden mixed with Reasonable Doubt
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| Made an album for the label but they never put it out
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| Paid my dues now I’m waiting on a couch
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| Made enough off rap for down payments on a house, ayup
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| Come hither, the blunt and drum hitter
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| The humble humdinger, the mumbling gunslinger, ayup
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| Truck beds, middle class, bud hev
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| Nickelback, little cash, enough said, cripple swag
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| (Spizzy) Back like a tramp stamp locale
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| Made a hundred grand in a month but I’m broke now
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| (Spizzy) Luckily, that’s what my steez is
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| Genius, covered in the crumbs from the Cheez-Its
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| I got the fame minimal, nickname pivotal
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| Whip game miserable, rib cage visible
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| I procreated, man, you know I need the money
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| Must’ve saw me looking scrawny and they thought he wasn’t hungry
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| I’m starving, I’m starving
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| Shit I’ll eat all the food in your apartment
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| I’m starving, I’m starving
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| I might even eat the shit up out the garbage
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| I’m starving, I’m starving
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| I’ll eat the whole turkey you ain’t gotta carve it
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| I’m starving, I’m starving
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| I’ll eat the walls and the ceiling and the carpet
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| (Skinny women lose weight like)
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| (We really need food) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm Starving, artist - Spose. Album song Peter Sparker, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп