| I’m tryna make sense outta this
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| Roll up the L, catch a blimp outta this
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| Pour up the water, sell a ship outta this
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| I don’t think a pimp could even limp outta this
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| outta this, make sense outta this
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| Walk out the door, check a temp outta this
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| Wood grain the car, chop a rim outta this
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| I don’t think strip club, strip bub, could strip outta this
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| No cap, no tip
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| Follow that drip, just slide don’t slip
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| All for the path, you belong
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| This life here’s still for the strong
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| The good gotta keep movin' on
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| It’s crazy how the world switchin' up like a light fixture
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| Might get ya lifeline touched
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| Callin' on the highs, what’s your lifeline for
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| Pick up a little power that cower off in the dark, now your lifeline cut
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| Breaker, you gotta hit the breaker
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| We need to shape up, and I’m ain’t talkin' about a taper
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| You need to wake up 'cause ain’t no time for the snoozin'
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| Mobilize your mind in line and start movin'
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| Practice what you preach instead of the pit bullin'
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| Collection plate and water you wade in, leavin' you drowned
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| In world full of people, ain’t nobody around
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| In case you didn’t know I guess I’m tellin' you now
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| I’m tryna make sense outta this
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| Roll up the L, catch a blimp outta this
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| Pour up the water, sell a ship outta this
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| I don’t think a pimp could even limp outta this
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| outta this, make sense outta this
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| Walk out the door, check a temp outta this
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| Wood grain the car, chop a rim outta this
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| I don’t think strip club, strip bub, could strip outta this
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| I never thought that I mink wasn’t warm enough until this snowglobe was shook up
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| I know some players that procrastinated, laughin' at the doomsday
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| paper, now they askin' for the hook up
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| The canned food that my grandma used to cook up
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| Never sold, now they barely on the shelves when I look up
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| Same restaurant that wouldn’t sit us down for dinner cause of hats, sweats
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| Servin' out the window with some hats, sweats, masks, gloves
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| Scared of the type of shit that might of would touch
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| First class and coach is all for the low
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| But what good is flyin' if ain’t nowhere to go
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| Still fillin' up my tank 'cause gas ain’t been this low
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| And the deaths of the world affect the fiscal scope of the stock market banking
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| It all got my thinkin'
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| Should liquor be the gold for a drinker?
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| I’m tryna make sense outta this
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| Roll up the L, catch a blimp outta this
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| Pour up the water, sell a ship outta this
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| I don’t think a pimp could even limp outta this
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| outta this, make sense outta this
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| Walk out the door, check a temp outta this
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| Wood grain the car, chop a rim outta this
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| I don’t think strip club, strip bub, could strip outta this
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| All this time, did it ever cross your mind?
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| That you couldn’t get down on it
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| That you couldn’t get down on it
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| I would have never dreamt
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| Never, ever could believe
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| That you couldn’t get down on it
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| That you couldn’t get down on it
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| Don’t you want it? |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Make Sense, artist - Big K.R.I.T.. Album song K.R.I.T. Wuz Here, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп