| Got a call out the blue like
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| I just flew into the city what’s up with you?
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| Expectations was barely hardly so when she actually came through?
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| Pleasantly surprised like mom gave me the car keys
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| Stiff drinks
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| Back to my place/garnish the parsley
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| Laughed when she saw that same old room
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| Asked if I’d ever change for an old flame
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| But I could tell she’s playin' so I sang my same old tune
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| No shame in her game
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| Told me the wedding’s in June
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| Gone at first light
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| Connecting flight
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| She made the plane
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| I’m left thinking like Osama in Khartoum
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| Your whole neighborhood on stage
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| Excessively mean muggin'
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| Still managed to sound weak coming out the speakers
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| Far be it from me though cousin
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| I ain’t James Brown neither
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| Found in wild
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| Half docile/gazelles with the finest features
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| Retired to the boudoir with a long-legged sativa
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| Fell out
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| Road to Damascus status/I'm a believer
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| Had to disconnect the receiver on that
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| Solid gold telephone
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| Fulgencio Batista
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| El Jefe/Rafael Trujillo
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| Came through on her wedding night
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| Groom peeping through the keyhole
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| Tears in his eyes
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| Lights off mijo
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| All you heard was rattling medals
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| She left disheveled
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| Merrily dug his own grave whistling as he shoveled
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| It’s increasingly clear
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| These walls is fucking closing in
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| Last year I pretended to care
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| Right now can’t spare the oxygen
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| Feet up on the Ottoman
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| Empire
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| A two block radius at best
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| But the peasants still call him sire
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| Hold his marijuana and shoot when he says fire
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| No rest/for the wicked
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| Steady hand/on the spigot
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| Velvet glove/iron fingers
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| Greek myth/fire bringer/Helen of Troy/perfume linger
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| Even vacuum sealed/green apples wild ginger
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| Spinning woods till hands got splinters
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| So much hash the weed can’t finish
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| And she lying there wide open like Congo at Independence
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| That 70s era Dino De Laurentiis
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| Lush production
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| Good luck is a couple seeds in the brick
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| But you fucked up and seeded the bitch
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| Stolen whips/sitting in Dulles Airport long-term parking
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| That’s cash in escrow
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| Rap like I’m reading off of parchments
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| Old school/fleece is golden wool
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| For a few pieces of silver
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| They overlooked the Golden Rule
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| Acapulco Gold and it all reeks of jet fuel |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gilgamesh, artist - Billy Woods. Album song Dour Candy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп