| I woke up on the wrong side of my head
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| Converts the day into search for awake until I go to bed
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| I drove up, but misplaced the directions they learned
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| Ignored the arrows and the signs
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| Just follow the sense
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| I don’t know whether or not you can comprehend
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| Levers and knobs got stripped and that was just within the launch of it
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| They found me in up to my neck
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| All they saw was this head floatin' on top the ocean
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| It didn’t stop the motion
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| They kept goin'
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| Perfect, didn’t recognize Slug
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| Or the effects he’d have when he disrupts the class
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| Mission bound, twisting around my realm of lost
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| Cash is expensive, I think I can smell the cost
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| Decomposion, something died right behind that wall
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| TV gave me all I needed
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| It only took a phone call
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| Pay by the minute
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| 85 percents a second coming
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| All over the breasts of she who left the water running
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| Flood the basement, drown the MCs and centipedes
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| Filed complaints, civil suits and try to sue the sidle tendencies
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| Energy drained, drain plugged -- hence the flood
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| Find the fault line, shift plate, take blame off of Slug
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| Adjustments — they need to be constructed
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| Adjustments — they need to be constructed
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| Adjustments — they need to be constructed
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| Adjustments — they need to be constructed
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| Adjustments
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| Ayo Money let’s sit down if you’ve got the time
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| Cause if you can take the time, I’ve got some substance on my mind
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| No I don’t really know you, but I know who you are
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| We’ve spoke a few times, joked a few times
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| We even toked a few times
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| I can remember one time purchasing weed from you once
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| Yeah, it was worth it
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| One time we even discussed maybe hooking up and workin'
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| It didn’t happen, but that’s not the reason for this
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| I know I should just get to the point
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| So let’s all get to the point
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| But let’s all get to the point
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| You may get pissed at what I’m about to spit
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| Bottom line is mad or not, somebody needs to say this shit
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| When I’m finished, you might wanna fight
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| But I don’t wanna fight, I’ve seen you fight
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| Go ahead, get wild, and I’ll still smile for bein' right
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| See me and mics are like marriage -- makes life complete
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| And you’ve been fuckin' with nasal drugs, renders love obsolete
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| I dare to speak upon you, not to front on you
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| But I’d rather address this here matter
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| Than have to duck and shun you
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| It’s getting close to harvest, time to count your livestock
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| All I’ve got for a hype is five spots to shovel my sidewalk
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| It’s still within you, I can see it, I think it froze
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| Cause you keep cooling it off putting winter in your nose
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| Man, I don’t know about you no more kid
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| I mean look at your shit, I mean your shit’s all off balance
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| I mean I don’t know, you’re fucking with these drugs and shit
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| I just don’t know, I don’t know
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| Adjustments — they need to be constructed
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| Adjustments — they need to be constructed
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| Adjustments, they were made, but not just for the purpose of adaption
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| Cause that’s natural, I’m trying to stay alert to actions
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| Surroundings became more dangerous
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| The more familar I became with strangers
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| And the more I focused on they strangeness
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| Strain with this, but I guess that’s out of choice
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| He pinned me down, gave me the right to shut up after I used my voice
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| Well guess what? |
| Fuck You
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| And that’s all I wanted to say
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| Go tell your kids about my crew and the next venue we’re gonna play
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| Stressed out, but that’s nothing new, everyone is
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| And it’s gonna stay that way cause nowadays that’s how we’re runnin' shit
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| Punishment: that’s just another fancy way to say it’s time to wake up
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| Fuck your fame, I’m trying to build some game for my man Jacob
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| That’s my son
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| Some say spittin' image
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| Same smile, different grimace
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| When grown, I hope he’s never prone to heed the limits
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| Of life. |
| Life: probably the biggest word I’ve ever said
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| That says a lot, cause there’s a whole lot of words inside my head
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| Death almost a quarter deep, still ain’t learned to cope
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| I struggle to see the horizon while I’m hanging from this rope
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| Adjustments — they need to be constructed
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| Adjustments — they need to be constructed
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| Adjustments
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| Adjustments — they need to be constructed
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| Adjustments — they need to be constructed
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| Adjustments
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| Adjustments — they need to be constructed
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| Adjustments — they need to be constructed
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| Adjustments — they need to be constructed
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| Adjustments — they need to be constructed
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| Adjustments — they need to be constructed
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| Adjustments — they need to be constructed |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Adjust , by - ATMOSPHERE. Song from the album Overcast!, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп