| Bitch I’m spaced in your face but I’m miles away
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| Must have slipped, took a trip, lost time, found a day
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| Yey, acting mute unless there’s something foul to say
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| Tryna find a hypodermic needle in a pile of hay
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| Making shit happen whilst you stand around a play
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| What the fuck you on about? |
| Get your wallets out and pay cause
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| I don’t wanna end up bagging grams of beak lad
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| I’d rather sag and rap to eat sack
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| Your responsibility’s smoke the bud before it has a chance to steep
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| Dab the handkerchief in the chloroform now I’m fast asleep
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| After counting sheep for about a week
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| That’s why I’m standing in your face but I’m miles away
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| I’m only next door but I’m miles away
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| I came home for dinner but I’m miles away, miles away, miles away
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| I hear ya talking but I’m miles away
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| I’m walking with ya but I’m miles away
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| I’m right here but I’m miles away, miles away, miles away
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| My ex is calling, these snitches talking and all I got is my dick
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| My pockets empty, my leccies gone, I can’t think about all this shit
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| I can’t think about all this shit, nar I can’t think about all this shit
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| My pockets empty, my leccies gone, I can’t think about all this shit
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| Rolling J’s outside the shop with Silent Bob after signing on
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| That ghetto fabulous life you want
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| That scally with the trackies and the Nikes on
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| That give a fuck about the system life, that too much drugs in the system type
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| I’m a ringleader and I whip it right, whip it right, whip it right
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| On the block like Marky Mark, I’m a fucking Manc and I party hard
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| I popped a pill and she popped her bra, I’m just playing the field like the
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| Longest Yard
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| I’m too cool like Too Hotty, these goons think they’re the new Bobby
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| You caught a slap, you ain’t caught a body
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| You’re Tony Montana, I’m in school with a shotty
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| They put you on a pedestal and gonna take you off properly
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| Ya say you’re making money and I want a piece of your profit
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| I’m picking your pocket and nicking your wallet, your ciggies and chronic
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| See your five pounds down before I make change
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| That’s why I’m standing in your face but I’m miles away
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| I’m only next door but I’m miles away
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| I came home for dinner but I’m miles away, miles away, miles away
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| I hear ya talking but I’m miles away
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| I’m walking with ya but I’m miles away
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| I’m right here but I’m miles away, miles away, miles away
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| My ex is calling, these snitches talking and all I got is my dick
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| My pockets empty, my leccies gone, I can’t think about all this shit
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| I can’t think about all this shit, nar I can’t think about all this shit
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| My pockets empty, my leccies gone, I can’t think about all this shit |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song CAMOUFLAGE MONEY, artist - Black Josh. Album song Attack of the 50,000 ft SWEG LAWDS from Outer Space, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп