| The candles flicker, you handle your liquor
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| The nerves quiver, wish my band had some stickers that I could give ya
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| Blistered, from a, endless list of complaints
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| Tainted, consumed, fainted in a room full of paint fumes
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| Fell naked, but tell me how far can I take it
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| Ingrained in my brain, hold the pain like it’s sacred
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| Snow fall covers all, that’s immobile
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| I try to bring the plow, but it tends to come out boastful
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| Kill the sayer-hatin', and kill the flavor-fakin'
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| Partake in that forsaken game, FUCK YOU and your neighbor’s sake
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| Now waken
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| The early bird apprehends the circuit
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| Gotta catch the train, ma, gonna join the circus
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| Call it love, call it skill, call it what you will,
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| I don’t give a fuck just call us up so we can build
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| Yo, I got your interest, pessimistic, guinea swined
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| Over exerted emotion to he point of feeling fine
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| Inner mind travel: when I awoke, the feet hurt
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| Scared to drive, scared to fly
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| I wrote the speaker wired
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| When the rival is desired
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| I’m smiling at the fire
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| that’s contrived in and inspired in the eyes of desire
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| When it cries, «Take me higher!»
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| I look across the globe and fantasize of what’s dope and drop my low
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| Set baby, with the head gravy
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| Better get lazy, cause if you step, you get wrecked baby
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| Yet maybe I should feed’em line like trout
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| Put my rhymes in they mouth, that’s what I’m about
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| Truth be told not from the new or the old
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| I’m from the now watch me while I make your whole crew explode
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| Super nova style, hold your pin to the mat
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| From the grin to the chin to the limbs to the back
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| In a fist full of steel I express how I feel
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| Blinded by work searching for the best kind of deal
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| Gotta find the angle in a circle of hopeful
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| Apply a choke hold and set the locals running in ovals
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| Call it love, call it skill, call it what you will
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| I don’t give a fuck just call us up so we can build
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| Advanced communications
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| Sluggo!
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| Yeah, this is Aaron
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| Umm, newel, I mean, I mean, yeah
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| I mean, like uhh, I don’t have anything in the mail yet, man
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| And I’m like, eager to do my verse again and stuff because
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| because I’ve been taking testosterone pills
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| Umm… so like, hi
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| Where is it? |
| Give me a call
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| And, uhh, if you caught me last weekend on your phone from my cell, umm, yeah
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| I was kinda, piss loaded drunk and stuff, and I can’t even remember what I said
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| But my girlfriend had to remind I called you
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| Anyways, nifty huh?
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| Peace out, honkey, bye-bye
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| End of message |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Advanced Communications, artist - ATMOSPHERE. Album song Headshots: Se7en, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп