| No I never want to feel like I did that thing
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| Take me to the place I look, take all the way
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| No I never want to feel like I did that thing
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| Take me to the place I look, take all the way
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| How pathetic, like drug infested in a small town
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| In the middle of the State in
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| In the middle of USa, nowhere, nowhere resist
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| Unless you want to buy or sell drugs
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| Around the time of flash prints so they be so beauty
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| And back with the colliding gad double hit on their dude
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| My mother ex man he know droll behind the bright lights
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| Hand out with some mics they cop great ludes
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| Nearly on the hard way, white people party hard
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| They keep me up in night
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| So its cool Ill be hardy test with a shord behind
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| And a rhythm, high, high, have a bomb
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| But fucking Camicazi, sometime I feel like the bomb
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| And no one can decide me a black old son
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| That will multiply barby, the time were in the sixties so we wait and took the
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| tacky
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| And call around, corrode it, our bodys anybody
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| Absurd from the baddest check on
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| From the rap was rap gope and trappin the black offer
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| Its a crap that could sayand cruse some motherfucker
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| The fair is the humble in pyramid they discover wanna search some more
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| Way you brooch is on cars, I trade blunt to the God to the brunch and stars
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| Wanna block all unfair, rock it a period spreadinig
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| I heard em here talking fucking whores propertary
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| Its all to believe it, thats no body out there
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| Try to believe that Im all alone
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| No I never want to feel like I did that thing
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| Take me to the place I look, take all the way
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| No I never want to feel like I did that thing
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| Take me to the place I look, take all the way
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| And I dont wanna feel like lifes no real
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| I flesh the whole bottle full of zen, know the deal
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| Medication likes slaver inside the pressure
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| Its how the rich kings controlling this poor presence
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| We aint even human anymore
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| Just reminisce, they let us pay arms but we register our weapons
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| And even if we ever had to start a silver war
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| Then we looking out your profile
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| Ticking in your door, hard core, great school before I was on soft mood
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| Just to hate my principles so I keep luck the door
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| Now Im on tour watching my back in the bathroom
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| Cuz you said cartoons needed and fames for stack rooms
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| What cold is what Im rocking LA, they dont play
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| You had a father, that was deeper
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| I was trade
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| Make styles, you just trade me with those rappers
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| Fuck a message in a bottle, raps in the crack vibe
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| No I never want to feel like I did that thing
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| Take me to the place I look, take all the way
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| No I never want to feel like I did that thing
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| Take me to the place I look, take all the way
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| No I never want to feel like I did that thing
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| Take me to the place I look, take all the way
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| Thangs, thangs, thang changing the hood that im living
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| Thangs, thangs, thangs changing the hood where Im living
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| Thangs, thangs, thangs chaging the hood where Im living |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Connecticut Casual , by - Chris Webby. Song from the album Connecticut Casual, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп