| Show was a bar and lounge
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| Root canal false crown
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| Roll through the dust bowl town windows down
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| True grit water for ground
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| So woke still got a chew stick
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| Good hair party was true Whig
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| Didn’t see any faces darkies was too quick
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| Susan Smith swimming out the whip
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| Endless pools Australian Rules
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| Genghis wept, Summer so cruel
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| Secrets kept carried like drug mules
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| Gave everything needle still ain’t move
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| Pray to your God’s or curse them
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| Buildings with grand chipped facades
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| Lefty so the grip was odd
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| Came up on the car feeling like Ahmadinejad
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| The walls talk don’t make it last
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| All’s lost won’t make it back
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| You’re fading fast into darkness
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| Responses, darkness locked and ready
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| Responses are heartless, but ya locked and ready
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| But ya locked and ready
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| The walls talk don’t make it last
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| All’s lost won’t make it back
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| You’re fading fast into darkness
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| Responses, darkness locked and ready
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| Responses are heartless, but ya locked and ready
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| But ya locked and ready
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| I’m a strawman argument
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| I’m a poshumous pardon
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| A dusty box of video game cartridges
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| Sitting in an empty apartment
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| Sparking like the wiring in a black church
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| Arson sky darken with black birds
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| Skies black as the iris
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| You can divide it
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| Information or silence
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| None the wiser come to find
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| That’ll be ya pitfall
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| Better pull that ripcord
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| It’s all gusto
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| There’s only a few people I could trust
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| And trust your gusto
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| Trust, it’s all gusto
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| Like I’m supposed to
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| I’m supposed to be
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| Well I suppose
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| Supposedly
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| I’m not supposed to
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| I’m not supposed to be
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| Yet never let it take control
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| I’m told
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| Ponder the lobster in a pot of warming water
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| Silver Elantra maijuana sauna
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| Telling the one about how there’s no dogs in Rwanda
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| Stingers to Unita coca paster to Contras
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| Gravediggin' fittin' to build me a monster
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| Lean sippin' slipping in and out of vision
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| Still steer the Oldsmobile game like Brazil
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| He wouldn’t be proud but I’m being real
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| Live at the BBQ Pernil on the grill
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| Sore losers detailing how they feel
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| Winners quick to run off the field like count it
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| Violate airspace I’m a down it
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| Street Teams of 90's heads running around frowning
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| Do a DVD talking wise outside
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| Your former public housing
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| I’m supposeed to
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| I’m supposed to be
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| Well I suppose
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| Supposedly
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| I’m not supposed to
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| I’m not supposed to be
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| Yet never let it take control
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| I’m told that
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| I’m supposed to
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| I’m supposed to be
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| Well I suppose
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| Supposedly
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| I’m not supposed to
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| I’m not supposed to be
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| Yet never let it take control
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| I’m told
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| The walls talk don’t make it last
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| All’s lost won’t make it back
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| You’re fading fast into darkness
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| Responses, darkness locked and ready (it's all gusto)
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| Responses are heartless, but ya locked and ready (it's all gusto)
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| But ya locked and ready (it's all gusto) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Strawman , by - Billy Woods. Song from the album Known Unknowns, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп