| Before the sun rise I am
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| Already up and at 'em it’s the corpse with a plan
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| Manual labor I got the world in my hands
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| They see me out in public hit me with the audible glance
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| Two left legs, do not invite me to dance
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| 'Cuz I will cut the rug up and go rob your advance
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| Y’all so typical with your obvious rants
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| Me I stay unorthodox that’s how I enhance
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| The life I’m livin' now wasn’t possible then
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| Still I picked my little dreams up took 'em and ran
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| Small town too small for me to advance
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| Took 'em to the extreme I saw the limit and passed
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| Now I’m on the dash runnin' away from my past
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| From a place where nobody pitched in for the gas
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| No words of encouragement had to give 'em to myself
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| Talkin' in the mirror like you’ll have to do it yourself
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| When I did, cold shoulders got so frozen
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| MisterTenBelow drop 'em all in the ocean
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| Change my phone number so now they all holdin'
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| I knew they’d come around pussies always foldin'
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| Askin' how I did it hit 'em with the «I don’t know» shit
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| Everybody has their preconceived notions
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| 'bout the dead man 'fore words are even spoken
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| Hopeless, don’t involve me in your showbiz, bitch
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| Who do it better I’m fed up I got the medicine
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| For those seekin', asylum I’m bout to let you in
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| Dropped out at 15, what the fuck’s a letterman?
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| Do not ask me shit about graduation day
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| I just do this shit that you see when dreams flashin'
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| At the international terminal checkin' bags in
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| Long flight to Moscow, wake me when we land
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| Shit, my lady, my brother, 14 hours and then we landin'
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| Spasibo to the real fans, just know you got me this far
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| I short circuit press to talk, just like a discord
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| I’m a flashdrive with a hundred billion terabytes
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| Never runnin' out of shit that’s why they runnin' for their life
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| Lights out for any competition, though
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| Yet to see one, though, within my peripheral
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| Hold on, here we go, send 'em off, cheerio
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| Good day, chaps and now relax I am imperial
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| Feet up just like a king should
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| Who the fuck else done as much as I done?
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| «Lord Bones, do you ever take a break?»
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| Every day’s a vacation, where you become the wave
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| What?
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| SESH, Bones |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song BluntGutSonata, artist - BONES. Album song TheManInTheRadiator, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп