| I think I’m still drunk from last night
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| I woke up in a lawn chair
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| I feel faint like an old ass flashlight
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| I don’t remember how I got there
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| Waiting at the train stop
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| Hoping that the rain stop
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| The pain throbs at the front of the skull
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| I should have took the day off
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| Looking for a pay off
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| The brainwash is insufferable
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| I’m on purpose, coffee in a thermos
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| Squint like Clint tryna spot me in the cursive
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| Missing persons, lost in your costumes
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| Blood, moon and a boombox full of volume
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| If I had the authority I would probably
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| Make everybody throw their hands in the sky
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| And everything I said in this song would be classified
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| And all of y’all would be captured alive
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| I might’ve showed up when the party start
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| I might’ve got high with your bodyguard
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| I might’ve passed out at the airport bar
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| Everybody wanna see a falling star
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| I might’ve thrown up in a rental car
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| I might’ve woke up in a reservoir
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| I might’ve got robbed at Mardi Gras
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| Everybody wanna see a falling star
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| Everybody wanna see a falling star
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| Everybody wanna see a falling star
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| Everybody wanna see a falling star
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| Everybody wanna see a falling star
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| Once upon a time in the next few days
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| I gotta wake up and get out of the shade
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| I might put on a beat down pair of Chucks
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| My old swimming trunks
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| And AmirSaysNothing in my earbuds
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| Just me and my beer gut
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| I absorb it before I get deported back to orbit
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| Over the winter I remain indoors
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| I want the summer in my city to feel like a rain forest
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| And you know we should skinny dip
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| In the middle of the Mississip
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| Do a couple of spins and shit, synchronicity flips
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| A three-sixty finish, Twin Cities bitch
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| And I don’t care 'bout what y’all think
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| Dressed up like a cop, stuck up the bank
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| The police came in some Russian tanks
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| And I’m in jail with nothing to drink
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| I might’ve showed up when the party start
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| I might’ve got high with your bodyguard
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| I might’ve passed out at the airport bar
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| Everybody wanna see a falling star
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| I might’ve thrown up in a rental car
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| I might’ve woke up in a reservoir
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| I might’ve got robbed at Mardi Gras
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| Everybody wanna see a falling star
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| Everybody wanna see a falling star
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| Everybody wanna see a falling star
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| Everybody wanna see a falling star
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| Everybody wanna see a falling star
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| I want a snack machine on the party bus
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| Your flag is green, in God we trust
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| You were born in sin, we were born in debt
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| I guess this is about as feel good as it gets
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| I want Wonderbread wrapped in rubber bands
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| It’s not too much to understand
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| I wanna color the world but only got one Crayon
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| Reach for the sky, try to touch my hand
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| I might’ve showed up when the party start
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| I might’ve got high with your bodyguard
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| I might’ve passed out at the airport bar
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| Everybody wanna see a falling star
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| I might’ve thrown up in a rental car
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| I might’ve woke up in a reservoir
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| I might’ve got robbed at Mardi Gras
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| Everybody wanna see a falling star
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| Everybody wanna see a falling star
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| Everybody wanna see a falling star
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| Everybody wanna see a falling star
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| Everybody wanna see a falling star |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ringo , by - ATMOSPHERE. Song from the album Fishing Blues, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп