| Uh
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| Tell 'em what it is, hit 'em with the manifesto
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| When I write every pen strokes like a fresco
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| That is sprawled on the walls of your mental
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| You ain't get the memo, shit
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| Better check mate 'cause I'm making moves like a chess pro
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| Free My Mind like En Vogue
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| 'Cause I'ma fucking Hail Mary that is caught in the end zone
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| No strings attached from the get-go
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| I'm real, boy like the wish of Geppetto
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| Shit man, I was born a rebel
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| Been playing this game way before Nintendo
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| Ever since I could record a demo
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| Makin' a mic out of a corded headphone
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| Got bars locked down with a recorded to release
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| To make it big from the pen like Gordon Gecko
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| When the beat bass leave 'em on the zemo
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| I killed that bitch with a Jordan-esque flow
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| And as sure as that go
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| Ride around the planet quicker than a fucking soaring jet goes
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| Keep getting louder like more crescendo
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| The hands of the crowd are now horns of devils
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| I'm amped now, never had doubts so don't back down
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| Charge the track so hard it's a black out
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| As we drift, as we float
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| We are high in outer space
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| If you're hip to the code
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| We gon' fly the fuck away
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| This that shit that you know
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| Got you wylin' off your face
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| Oh yeah (yeah)
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| Oh yeah (yeah)
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| Yo, one life to live, one love to give
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| You know we got it sorted
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| Two hands to build, oh man that's real
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| You know that's fucking gorgeous
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| Every second is precious
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| And life is but a dance
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| So here's your chance
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| To tear the fucking roof off
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| Big Macca is in beast mode
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| It's B.n.E. |
| and my team glows
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| I stay up just to make love
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| To that paint brush, and give 'em heat strokes
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| I'm a speed boat down a ski slope
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| Sippin' miso, puffin' weed smoke
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| All g'd up, 'cause our VW's
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| That one with a candy apple green coat
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| As far as dreams go, I'm sweet bro
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| My fam is all I need, yo
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| I'ma stick it in your brain, just to fuck with your cerebral
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| On cloud nine's where my fleet floats
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| I got kilo's of that free hope
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| It's Friday and in my brain
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| I don't give a fuck about no Deebo
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| Let me tell you about my steelo
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| I'm like Neo vs. Magneto
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| Having lightening fights at frightening heights
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| On the top of Jesus in Rio
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| I'm Han Solo mixed with CeeLo
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| Smoke Greedo on the D-Low
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| And when Macca spits I'm immaculate
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| 'Cause I can decode the human genome
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| As we drift, as we float
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| We are high in outer space
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| If your hip to the code
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| We gon' fly the fuck away
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| This that shit that you know
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| Got you wylin' off your face
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| Oh yeah, (yeah)
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| Oh yeah (yeah)
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| Yo, one life to live, one love to give
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| You know we got it sorted
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| Two hands to build, oh man that's real
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| You know that's fucking gorgeous
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| Every second is precious
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| And life is but a dance
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| So here's your chance
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| To tear the fucking roof off
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| Sad violinists when I sold their violas
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| Mad like a hippie when you stole their granola
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| In the desert lookin' for a cold cherry cola
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| Life's hard like a cold areola, my
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| Thoughts tend to do hand grenade harm
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| I think, therefore I amputate arms
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| I'm not always a man with great charm
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| But I'll be there like the man from State Farm
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| I'm dedicated to getting better
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| Like meth-heads are dedicated to finding methods of getting faded
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| Defecated on microphones on every state in the land
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| So I better be scrubbing up before you're shaking my hand
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| I'm making a stand, put me in a jam I hang tough
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| Scram when I break my handcuffs
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| And I will shake every snake, every soft fake motherfucker off like flakes of dandruff
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| Because my back is a staircase, I get up in their face
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| And give 'em a rare taste of genuine bear mace
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| If you're in my airspace I'm shooting you down
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| If you think you're king, I'm surgically removing the crown
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| I'm movin' around, have some trouble choosin' a town
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| 'Cause when I move I never lose any ground
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| At any given moment it's hard to really tell at what city I dwell
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| Find me in Philly bangin' my head on the Liberty bell
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| City in Brooklyn or, Heart Boulevard
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| Cause if you're looking hard, Watsky and B.n.E
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| Never caught being seen where the rookies are
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| Luke Skywalker, any hand caught in a cookie jar
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| And now that the day's before me
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| Gonna go out in a blaze of glory
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| Savour the phases, the crazy, insane
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| And then tell an amazing story
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| Yeah, B.n.E and Watsky
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| From one geezer to another
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| Legend |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tear The Roof Off, artist - Bliss n Eso. Album song Off The Grid, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп