| Never run of the mill when I shoot the pill
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| I’m a son of a spill, I’ve got boots to fill
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| Showed up with a deuce-deuce of swill
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| And a guardian angel on my Coupe de Ville
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| Shark in the lake, heart strike the drum
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| Mark landscape with a dart-like tongue
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| Spit my blood from deep in the gut
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| Smoking cigarette butts with my finger-less gloves
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| Pull over at the welcome sign and raise a toast to those that fell behind
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| Everybody else got a crippled spine
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| From tryna' take it back to a simple time
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| Keep a little pine tree, hang from my rear-view
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| Beats turned up just enough not to hear you
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| Gonna swim till the fins get torn
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| I shall return, keep the engine warm
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| Millennium Dodo
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| Pull out your telephone and take you a photo
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| You didn’t know? |
| Better read the logo
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| You don’t wanna play around and get ocho
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| Recline like I don’t care
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| The world is mine and I ain’t gon' share
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| Now everybody blow smoke in the air
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| I keep my eyes on the road, but I know that you stare
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| Now I was at the party sleeping on the couch
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| When I decided to grab a bottle of something and bounce
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| I’d rather be by myself
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| Than have to navigate another fake cry for help
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| On the beaten path with a bandaged fist
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| To represent the last half of the damn I give
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| Play me in slow-mo', fly like a blimp
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| Millennium Dodo, drive with a limp
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| Windows down, heater blasting
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| Got my coffee but I need some aspirin
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| Watch me merge into speeding traffic
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| With the truck-stop plastic, cheap sunglasses
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| Show respect
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| You broke down on the side of the road, wanna choke my neck
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| I’ve got a glove-box full of stolen checks
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| And I drink moonshine that the chrome reflects
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| Flannel, look like a farmer
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| Underneath camo, look like a hunter
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| With that ski mask, look like a robber
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| Sleeping in the barn with the doctor’s daughter
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| Got stories to wax, pour me a glass
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| I run with the ghosts of warriors past
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| South side, call it pop life
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| Y’all catch frostbite waiting at a stoplight
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| All over the map we get festive
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| It’s a matter of class
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| You can tell by my lack of attractive skeptics
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| You just mad at my mustache
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| Hey girl, we’ll always have Memphis
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| But right now, I want breakfast
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| With the pedal to the metal 'til we hit West Texas
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| Then cross to Mexico to see my dentist |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Millennium Dodo 2 , by - ATMOSPHERE. Song from the album The Family Sign, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп