| You don’t know who you fucking with
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| Ain’t no democrat, and by far I’m no republican
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| This the type of talk that’ll probably piss off my publicist
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| And I ain’t even started, the water ain’t even bubbling
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| The type of talk that’ll probably get me in trouble with the law
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| Or make the government come after me in public
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| Won’t hear this on the radio, this here ain’t for publishing
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| This ain’t that bubble gum shit, no, this ain’t that double mint
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| Consider this a risk, I swear I see 'em building pyramids brick by brick
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| They’ll aim at anyone bold enough to go against this shit
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| You don’t believe me? |
| Look what happened to the Dixie Chicks
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| It’s like nobody else complains
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| Till you tryna be more than a nigga with a chain
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| Cube already told you, they corrupted everything
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| And we these out here just tryna function, tryna maintain
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| A hundred miles an hour running when I hit the ground
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| Thoughts moving through my head at the speed of sound
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| I pray, I pray my prayers make it through the cloud
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| I pray in heaven ain’t no fuck niggas ain’t allowed
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| A hundred miles an hour running when I hit the ground
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| Thoughts moving through my head at the speed of sound
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| I pray, I pray my prayers make it through the cloud
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| Till then it’s back to the paper route, the paper route
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| And of course it’s unfortunate that niggas out here robbing for Jordans
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| Can we not afford them but got enough to get a Glock 40
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| Is our views on reality kinda distorted
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| But still, even though I understand the story
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| I still fall weak for a booty that’s proportionate
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| On the sexy short bitch, so what’s the score?
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| Chilling with some red dogs, drinking white man’s poison
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| Ah, now that’s a forfeit
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| Selling what’s for free, that’s extortion
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| But still I’m wondering what family was present when history was recorded
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| You think you really know what’s going on?
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| They passing laws where they can run up in your own home
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| Cameras on your laptop, TV and your iPhone
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| The battery don’t come out, that means it’s always on
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| Smile and say cheese, yeah niggas got you
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| I told you fuckers three years ago 'bout the watchers
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| If you won’t take the microchip then you can’t make no dollars
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| This ain’t no lovely day for a neighbour, ain’t no Mr Rodgers
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| Don’t let these fuckers rob us for our freedom and your rights
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| And you be like: «it's on the news so it must be right»
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| Who’s pulling the strings? |
| Who’s rolling the dice?
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| Who’s calling the shots and who’s starting the fight?
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| Think twice… |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Paper Route, artist - B.o.B. Album song Underground Luxury, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп