| Yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| Six foot 0
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| Every single one of my clique is white, skinny, and about six four
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| I don’t even kick it with brown folk
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| I could do the butterfly stroke in the water
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| They drown slow
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| My shit pitch black
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| You won’t even see me in pics with blonde chicks
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| 'Cause they misuse flash
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| Lip sticks out
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| You won’t even see me at shows right
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| If they don’t have lights and float mics
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| I don’t even matter, unless it’s about music
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| Box myself in cubes like I’m rubix
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| Except on shots
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| Their faces all be the same damn shade
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| Dark side of the moon
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| Life nothing but a gradient grade to get
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| And you can shade me in and act shady
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| Then maybe you might just catch my feel
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| They ask me where I’m from
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| I say, «Oh I don’t really know»
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| I bet my motherland and my Nana’s getting real fucking old
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| Can’t you tell
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| Can’t you tell
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| By the color of my soul?
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| Can’t you tell
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| Can’t you tell
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| By the color of my soul?
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| They ask me where I’m from
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| I say, «oh I don’t really know»
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| Born in India, and I stand out like some real fucking gold
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| Can’t you tell
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| Can’t you tell
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| By the color of my soul?
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| Can’t you tell
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| Can’t you tell
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| By the color of my soul?
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| Mmhmm
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| Doo doo doo doo…
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| Goddamn
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| Jiminy Cricket my lifeline looks bad bruh
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| Lemony Snicket the bigger brown mother- what what what up B
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| Yeah I’m almost black saying what up G
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| Fuck ugly need a little shave
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| Probably gonna cut up please step back
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| Or this shit might get ugly
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| White girl shake your thang
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| Put your butt up, bump like duh duh duh duh duh
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| Working at the gas station sweeping for the Big
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| Never been as chasing
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| Never been as wasted
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| As these high-class Beverly bitches
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| Are getting tax payments, oh please
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| I’m on max with these pills
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| Shit
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| Living paycheck to check
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| That’s why, every once in a while I check this mic
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| To one day get a check to spend shit direct
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| Fuck
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| But you don’t know my name
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| My name
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| I’m in line
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| TSA
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| TSA
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| Please
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| Don’t touch me
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| (Don't touch me bro)
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| Don’t touch me
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| (Don't touch me brubru)
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| Don’t touch me
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| (Brubrubrubrubru)
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| Don’t touch me
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| (Bru- bruh bruh)
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| But you don’t know my problems
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| My problems
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| I have them
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| NSA
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| NSA
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| Please
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| Don’t watch me
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| (Fuck off, yeah)
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| Don’t watch me
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| (Fuck off)
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| Don’t watch me
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| (Get the fuck out)
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| Don’t watch me
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| (Mhmm)
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| Don’t watch me
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| This my skin and I’m stuck in it
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| Dark denim looking tough in it
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| Ain’t tucked in a button up shirt, that’s loose
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| Never had a dental dam got a bent-ass tooth
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| So many fucks think I worship cows and milk goats
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| Look like I work at Ralph’s
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| Oh yes, of course
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| Tech support
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| Bred some horses
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| Led some forces
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| To attack white houses
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| Scum of the Earth
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| Fucking vermin
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| Brown kids in the states like Jews to Germans
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| Bruise their burning
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| Use for learning purposes
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| The work shifts
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| The late nights
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| The murder
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| Cruise the shit which confuse a person fused with Hindu
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| Do I speak the language?
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| I do for sure!
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| But you should learn
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| Expand your world perspective
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| Improve your worth
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| Don’t watch me
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| But you don’t know my name
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| My name
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| I’m in line
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| TSA
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| TSA
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| Please
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| Don’t touch me
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| Don’t touch me
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| Don’t touch me
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| Don’t touch me
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| But you don’t know my name
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| My name
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| I’m in line
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| TSA
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| TSA
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| Please
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| Don’t touch me
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| (Don't touch me bro)
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| Don’t touch me
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| (Don't touch me brah)
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| Don’t touch me
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| (Don't touch me naw)
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| Don’t touch me
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| (C'mon now y’all come on)
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| Yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song TSA x NSA , by - Abhi The Nomad. Song from the album Catharsis, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп