| You came through town in an old Jeep
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| Looking like 1997
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| Won a few hearts with a bold speech
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| Talking 'bout let’s go find the weapons
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| Talking 'bout let’s be good again
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| And looking like all niggas ever wanted oh
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| Big time bank hand wins again
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| We get a new name plate but they own the Office
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| Feels so good when we go to auction
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| Four year lease with a low deposit
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| Get a hundred loans so you can go to college
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| Your diploma’s rolled into a polish sausage
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| Umpteenth time we believe the theater
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| Wished upon a piece of meteor
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| While the greediest men, they needed disguise
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| But here’s a news flash: the media lies
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| Dang
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| I’ve seen it all, I’ve seen it all
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| Shoulda known, shoulda known (x2)
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| How long was you pent up
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| Your little pinch of defense sucks
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| You was an early bird to the 33rd
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| But that certain word was you tensed up
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| And I know cause I’m watching too close
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| Like a type-2 dude with food with mad glucose
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| Hark! |
| who goes there? |
| I’m centurian
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| I’d be curious as my caesarian section
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| Alas shit look mysterious
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| Inside-quakes coulda shook the pyramids
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| Searching between all the Cushion areas
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| I warned you I wish you took me serious
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| Deleterious been dropping facts
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| They got co-conspirators so watch your back
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| And I’m paranoid so you can not relax
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| And I never holla so don’t holla back
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| You put some shit in my mashed potatoes
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| The list of suspects is just you
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| You put a scratch on my Masekela
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| Put a tiny rock on my left shoe
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| Put smelly shit on my car keys
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| Sticky shit in my Arizona
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| Shrunk my shirt so the arms squeeze
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| Hid my miniature Testarossa |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Curse of Hypervigilance (In Politics, Romance, and Cohabitation), artist - Open Mike Eagle. Album song Hella Personal Film Festival, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп