| Arms akimbo, had me a by myself meetin'
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| Still speakin' in code
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| Trust about as far as I can throw
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| This ain’t the world you used to know
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| You ain’t notice cause it change slow
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| Gasoline rainbow, Serengeti cold Hell froze
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| Numb, watchin' the price on these elbows go through the floor
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| The metropolis hum and glow, the tent city grow
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| The punchline the whole joke
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| The whole thing a hoax
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| The empty boast bounce 'round the holdin' cell
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| Grandma broach on that pawn shop scale
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| Better than me, tried and failed (yup)
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| The sun runnin' hot, the tar boil
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| The children’s eyes shine like bits of foil
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| Pig par-broiled, thick lard coat the glass
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| Hard R on my n-word, if you have to ask
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| The blackest laugh as the crackas crashed, that’s schadenfreude
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| Whitey always gets his pass, though
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| That’s unavoidable, like mercury in the fish
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| Wave goodbye to Portugal
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| The wave high, I’m a long fuckin' way from those portables
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| The blackest laugh is the cracker’s crash, that schadenfreude
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| Whitey always get his path, though
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| That’s unavoidable, like mercury in the fish
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| Wave goodbye to Portugal
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| The wave high, I’m a long way from seventh-grade portables
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| 400 Degreez and I can’t see Louisiana
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| Water skiin', Sweet Home Alabama
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| Play you some Neil Young on the piano
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| It’s a lotta room in my day planner
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| Watch a live show through the camera
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| Sent a dick pick and thanked her for the candor
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| (Is my phone ringing?) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dog Days, artist - Billy Woods. Album song Terror Management, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп