| Rolled the dice
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| Fucked around, lost your life
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| Double or nothing, it’s only right
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| It’s only right
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| It’s only right!
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| Campaign code as coterie of the cold
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| Keep us on point
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| Blasphemy how he cracked the Cohiba for a makeshift joint
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| Asked no questions, she told no lies
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| Afterward came by gold flex on the dies
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| Lucid dream gone when I open my eyes
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| All substance controlled you sell in Dubai
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| Gutted inside like a brownstone in Bed-Stuy
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| Relaxed while Rome burned, head full of lye
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| Both eyes dry
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| Lead-line bunker, limited air supply
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| Both hands high
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| Explaining how I came unstuck in time
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| So ain’t none of that mine
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| Eight lives down 'fore he thought 'bout number nine
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| 'Fore he thought 'bout number nine
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| Rolled the dice
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| Fucked around, lost your life
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| Double or nothing, it’s only right
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| It’s only right
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| It’s only right!
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| Starting with the man in the mirror
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| Morris Day and I might jack thriller
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| Nerve tonic, tip it in sasparilla for ya
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| Pipe crack said «kid, this stuff will kill ya»
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| Lay hands like Faith Hill over light skinned shilla
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| The local skeezer but, shit, I ain’t nobody either
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| Sweet talkin' son of a preacher
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| Weed hockin'
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| Shot over sneakers
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| Died for nothing but I’ve seen 'em go cheaper
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| Nowadays full buffet for sin eaters
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| Woke and wrote Kubla Khan
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| Or how I learned to stop worrying and roll the ball
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| Even though forty years had him reluctant to farm
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| Unbearable likeness at the end of your arm
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| Waiting to palm, call em
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| Mr. Lion versus Mr. Marv with the iron
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| But the work was worthless
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| Rolled the dice
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| Fucked around, lost your life
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| Double or nothing, it’s only right
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| It’s only right
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| It’s only right!
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| She asked my name I said «Blah blah blah»
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| She asked if that’s game I said «Not really, nah»
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| Layaway Carhartt buggin over Battle for Asgard
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| Yo Mars you rock that beat like an ascot
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| Good lord
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| You gripped the wired jaw
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| After the arriganment as arranged
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| You came home, locked the door
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| Unscrew the drug jar
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| Pocket carry like days of yore
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| The prices will vary with fiends seeking that raw
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| Freebase religion, stovetop superstition
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| I ran with the fish
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| And then hunkered down for that war of attrition
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| In our tenure on this planet we have accumulated dangerous evolutionary baggage.
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| Propensities of regression, ritual, submission to leaders, hostility to
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| outsiders, all of which puts our survival at risk |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Unstuck, artist - Blockhead. Album song Known Unknowns, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп