| Yeah I was in on the plot, but you still got a fiend shot
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| Elections over, but the robocalls never stop
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| Negotiations broke down, they sendin' Robocop
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| I don’t know nothin', I don’t call a lot
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| Answerin' the phone like you know I want sun’thin'
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| (hey, you not wrong)
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| She said come inside if you cummin', so we bet the farm
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| Anything I ever got was on the arm
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| Anything I ever got was on my own
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| how I watch the throne
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| Type of kid who never want to be at home
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| Be in the park shootin' hoops alone
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| In the dark, red flag, but what you gon' really do for 'em
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| He already gone
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| Once they put him in the whole, he was ready for 'em
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| Submit the verse long form to put it on Twitter for you silly niggas
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| Walked past homeless like cry me a river
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| No question 'bout it doc, I’m gettin' sicker
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| When she said the magic word, definitely got bigger
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| No question 'bout it, I’m definitely gettin' sicker
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| Smoke like dry ice, erry line is a mirror
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| Try as they might, never see him clearer
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| What he most wanted she wouldn’t give
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| Took e’rything else, he the type to do it big
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| It’s like an ocean out there
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| Sometimes I wonder how I keep from going under though
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| Under the undertow
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| It’s like an ocean out there
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| Sometimes I wonder how I keep from going under though
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| Under the undertow
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| It’s like an ocean out there
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| Sometimes I wonder how I keep from going under though
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| Under the undertow
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| It’s like an ocean out there
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| Sometimes I wonder how I keep from going under though
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| Under the undertow
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| It’s like an ocean out there
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| Sometimes I wonder how I keep from going under though
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| Under the undertow
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| It’s like an ocean out there
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| Sometimes I wonder how I keep from going under though
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| Under the undertow
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| The universe is unbothered
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| What’s the matter if I murder a few rap bloggers
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| History told by a conqueror
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| Rounded the remains to the nearest tenth
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| Tell me how he grew grain like it’s his
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| Leave no prints
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| Skin to skin
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| Wickedness in high places
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| Watch ya chair
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| Swordplay, bounty of war, red sauce is port based
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| Storm chasin', tryin' to melt my face on my born day
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| Shape of things to come
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| Practicin' for a world where they don’t exist
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| Pigs that shoot hoops with the kids
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| Two months later slappin' cufflinks on they wrists
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| Runnin' off script
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| Pop, smoke, sniff
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| Psychotropic dose
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| Pockets open
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| Swear to no one
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| I know oceans
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| I got no lungs |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dry Ice , by - Armand Hammer. Song from the album Rome, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп