| Drink, got the alcopop with it, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I don’t got no chains in my denim, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I don’t listen what the blogs tell me, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I know niggas got their own agenda, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I’ve got but she would never know
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| I like to hide them, so much I lose myself
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| That’s why I’m pure to some, a psychopath to others
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| And grew up in counselling, flippin' off my counselors
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| They gave me mood stabilisers but when I came off 'em I was violent
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| Took the drugs that I wanted which didn’t help with the voices
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| They just grew louder and louder
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| They called the people who’d just chatter and chatter
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| I juggle all my personalities
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| «Estoy tan harto y cansado, no puedo seguir asíendo esto ojalá pudiera rendir
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| me pero tengo seguir siendo fuerte para mi familia y mis amigos»
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| I find myself gettin' better by the fuckin' minute
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| Number one, my momma always had to save the minutes
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| Got some D’s dropped out wanted to be Russell Simmons
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| Gotta keep workin', my head or in a vision
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| Where the kitchen at? |
| Keep the lyrics written
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| Raid my cell and dope, askin' for forgiveness
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| I just turn into somebody sellin' lemonade
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| Kiss your kiss and then before them bitches, run away
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| Get your man, get your man all up off me
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| Back again, 100 bands around me
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| In December, I don’t care what they call me
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| This for all my bro niggas, this for all them drugs, nigga
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| That you niggas made when I was still livin' at home, nigga
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| Did it on my own, nigga, grew up and I bossed out
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| Grew up and I bossed out, grew up and I bossed out
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| I see you peekin' through bushes and tryna get secret ingredients from us
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| I know that you do it 'cause you see us
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| Boomin' like C4 when you hit that detonator
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| Lucky lucky on the elevator
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| Eat my dust baby I’ll see ya later
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| I could always call your bluff
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| You already said enough
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| Take a risk bitch still sitting on your ass
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| Waiting for a handout
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| Giving nothin' put your hands down
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| Ooh yeah, this for the culture
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| Ooh yeah, this important
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| Fuck off with that slang shit
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| Fuck off with that networking
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| Keep ya mouth where the money at
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| Yellow lights on my dashboard, red flags in the rearview
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| I know I’m the one that made you upset, but all I wanna do is see you
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| You know that lately I don’t think straight, but I don’t really know what I’m
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| doing now
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| 'Cause everybody got me fucked up, I’m struggling while on the move now
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| Yellow lights on my dashboard, red flags in the rearview
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| I know I’m the one that made you upset, but all I wanna do is see you
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| You know that lately I don’t think straight, but lately I don’t know what to do
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| now
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| 'Cause everybody got me fucked up, I’m struggling while on the move now
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| Get your man, get your man all up off me
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| Back again, 100 bands around me
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| In December, I don’t care what they call me
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| Get your man, get your man all up off me
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| Back again, 100 bands around me
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| In December, I don’t care what they call me
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| Get your man, get your man all up off me
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| Back again, 100 bands around me
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| In December, I don’t care what they call me
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| Get your man, get your man all up off me
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| Back again, 100 bands around me
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| In December, I don’t care what they call me
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| Barely got control of it, must’ve got a hold of it
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| Threw me to the ground and left a scar right on my nigga lips
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| I look in the closet when I think about the past life
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| Never good in my wallet, tryna see if I got my cash right
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| Fuck a flight, they ain’t never wanted to treat my pack right
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| Fuck a job, they ain’t never treat my mom and dad right
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| I hate the quiet suburbs, I hate those picket fences
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| I hate the separation, first thing they called me: Nigga
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| I fight, I got suspended
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| My teachers saw me hit him
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| So they ain’t listen to me, and from that moment on
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| I would learn that I was different, I would grow to see the difference
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| Second guessing my decisions, black bodies come up missing
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| I feel like all my days are coming to rubble
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| I feel like all my days are coming to rubble
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| I would walk through the halls at my own pace
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| Every lunch, I would flow, having no place
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| All the books in my bag till my bones ache
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| Wonder how the world would be if I had no face
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| If I had no heart, if I had no skin
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| And I was just thoughts, reminiscing the things always brushed off
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| Had my Father tell me I was just off
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| And when I look at the things that I’ve been through
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| And the things I survived and at what cost?
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| All alone in my life that I just lost
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| All this shit persevere to the pole vault
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| In the eyes of the law I’m a problem
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| In the eyes of blogs I’m a paycheck
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| In the eyes of the world I’m an icon
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| In the eyes of my own I ain’t start yet
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| In the eyes of the law I’m a problem
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| In the eyes of the blogs I’m paycheck
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| In the eyes of the world I’m an icon
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| In the eyes that I own I ain’t start yet
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| I feel like all my days are coming to rubble
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| I feel like all my days are coming to rubble
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| I feel like all my days are coming to rubble
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| I feel like all my days are coming to rubble |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song SISTER/NATION , by - BROCKHAMPTON. Song from the album SATURATION III, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп