| oh man i got a splittin’headache
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| and my heart is broken up into a thousand tiny little microscopic pieces
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| i got a head full of headaches a heart that’s full of woes
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| i’m constantly singin’them downhome blues and not many people knows
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| that leaves me with a twisted view of the whole wide world as i know it and i guess i got no choice but to be a poet
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| Verse One:
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| now in my natural habitat i gravitate towards having that
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| and i elevate on having that
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| and i’ll never get caught in your rabbit trap
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| from Yellowstone to Venezuela
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| Nigeria down through Australia
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| there’s somethin i learned that i gotta tell ya there’s a whole lot of us ain’t wrapped too tight
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| now i could been your doctor or your lawyer
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| or come to your house and clean up for ya self destruction won’t destroy ya if you got somebody that’s lookin out for ya men are murdered women raped
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| people gettin beat on videotape
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| and people elsewhere tryin to escape
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| just to come to America to lick the plate
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| helicopters scope the land
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| hell is here so i hope you 'stand
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| hip-hop culture is African
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| and rappers like me gon’rule the earth
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| Verse One:
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| now everyday i manifest and i generate and smoke cannabis
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| and i penetrate and i innovate and i demonstrate from Los Angeles
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| from Amsterdam to the Northern border
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| Panama Spain to Atlanta Georgia
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| somethin’i learned that i haven’t told ya brothers like me don’t live too long
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| now i know you know it ain’t who you know but do you know you
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| see cause you could go just like any Joe and that’s for sho’true
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| so if you’re straight and you’re narrow and the snake’s in the barrel
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| and the serpent is under the rainbow
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| and you’re head over heels instead of the reals
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| then you’re bound to be tangled
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| cause brothers are singin’and dancin’and rappin'
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| like they was a vaudeville act
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| but knowledge is wealth and you gotta know self
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| and you gotta know God’s still black
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| cause every so often i sit and i wonder why i even trip at all
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| cause half are down when i get down
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| the other half wanna see me fall
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| waitin around all heaven bound and you seen that your L-7's round
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| and when the sky falls to the ground
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| and you found that the only way up is down
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| don’t give me no additives no sedatives or preservatives
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| or repetitive rhetoric you give
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| just let it live
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| yet my head is poundin’i’m dealin’with this load on my mind
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| i got a head full of headaches a heart that’s full of woes man
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| i’m constantly singin’them downhome blues and not many peoples knows man
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| that leaves me with a twisted view of the whole wide world as i know it and i guess i got no choice but to be a i got no choice but to be
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| i guess i got no choice but to be a poet
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| i guess i got no choice but to be a prophet
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| i guess i got no choice but to be a griot
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| a gangster
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| a athlete
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| a bum
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| a nobody
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| a criminal
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| a convict
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| a black man
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| a MC
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| a MC
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| a MC
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| Verse Three:
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| mmmhmmm
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| you know that’s right
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| that’s why people got to get their high so they can get high
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| they blast and they passed the pipe to get high
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| just like a Jedi
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| never said i would i even if i could i didn’t do it but i just rather get a little shut eye
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| so i sleep from dawn to dusk in a bomb shelter
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| cause ya never know
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| when the man is gonna drop that big one
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| oh pelting, people burning melting
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| alarm the farmers
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| armageddon karma psychic readings
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| greetings earthlings i’m from mars
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| got two more planets to go and then i’m on my way to the stars
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| oh no there i go through the ozone layer hole
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| where the men are the men and they mean it down where the wind don’t blow where the indo grow in the snow
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| and everybody po' |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Headaches & Woes, artist - Aceyalone. Album song All Balls Don't Bounce Revisited, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп