| Sometime i feel like im somebody else
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| Emotions running having conversations with myself
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| They say he present but nobody’s home
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| Look at this lil muthafucka acting like he grown
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| Shackled to a future via padded room
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| Me and my attitude
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| Me and my attitude
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| Underpriveleged overmedicated
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| Short attention court decisions left em vegetative
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| (Look how they do me)
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| In case i might not make it
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| These feelings Complicated
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| Actions without explanation
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| Why they build me up to break me down
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| Really I just wanna make my family proud
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| What i gotta do to make em understand
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| I need ur prayers but maybe i should give this shrink a chance
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| Transferred outta school new alternatives
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| Teacher scared to death Nobody learning shit
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| What security? |
| Still sneaking blades and burners in
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| Disturbed but we just need a proper turn to vent
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| What i do to deserve this type of hurt im in
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| Point the gun at myself I bet they hear me then
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| No not again promise me youll make it right
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| Where i done been you check ya soul to Pay the price
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| Sometime i feel like im somebody else
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| Emotions running having conversations with myself
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| They say he present but nobody’s home
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| Look at this lil muthafucka acting like he grown
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| Shackled to a future via padded room
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| Me and my attitude
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| Me and my attitude
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| (Woods)
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| Early
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| Crack of dawn
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| Dirty
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| Crack stem palmed
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| Herky-jerky
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| If it’s the bomb?
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| Feets is working
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| Jitterbug, Lindy Hop
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| The Roger Rabbit
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| Cut a rug/the room is padded
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| Mumble to hisself can’t tell him nothing
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| And the shit he say?
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| You hope he bluffing
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| Seen him round the way/niggas you never seen before
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| Oh word?
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| Seen him smoking/what it is you ain’t sure
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| Oh word?
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| Ashamed to say it but every night you lock your door
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| Witching Hour/Son appears just like a ghost
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| You call the cops, they come in pulling fucking toast
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| Take him to the hospital, docs just let him go
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| Going gone off that water, water, we call it boat
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| Still going strong off some wet he smoked a week ago
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| Every day is fourth-and-long
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| What a Niggy Know?
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| Every day is drama, mr. |
| zone 6
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| Credit the embalmer, zone blitz
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| Got him zoned out on the couch
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| You’re living in a crypt
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| Sometime i feel like im somebody else
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| Emotions running having conversations with myself
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| They say he present but nobody’s home
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| Look at this lil muthafucka acting like he grown
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| Shackled to a future via padded room
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| Me and my attitude
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| Me and my attitude |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Willie Bosket , by - Armand Hammer. Song from the album Race Music, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп