| Pretty sure I’m maniacal, but what do I know?
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| I don’t know, all I know is what I see through my monocle
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| That and the telescope, keep one lens on the money flow
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| The other’s gold and complemental trusty, well—well…
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| I’m rolling down hills in a suit through the mud
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| Burn my dress shoes in a fire with the wood
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| Sit back and relax with the fumes of
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| Everything I hate in the world
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| Play Mozart, smoke my cigar on
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| My estate, keep the cars parked on the front lawn
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| Neighbors hate, place duct tape underneath their tires
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| And I wait
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| Sunsets to blood moon horizons
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| Left brain and right brain divided
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| Set frames and watch plays inside them
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| In the mountains now’s where you’ll find him
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| I smell a breeze in the morning
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| I feel your presence, it’s warming
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| I paid attention to warnings
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| But we were too caught up in transforming
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| Ghetto in here flash it, ooh, them boys stay nasty
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| Floating like Aladdin, them the ones you talkin' to
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| Ghetto in here flash it, ooh, them boys stay nasty
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| Floating like Aladdin, them the ones you talkin' to
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| Ghetto in here flash it, ooh, them boys stay nasty
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| Floating like Aladdin, them the ones you talkin' to
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| Ghetto in here flash it, ooh, them boys stay nasty
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| Floating like Aladdin, them the ones you talkin' to
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| Lucky days, I’m burnin' the four sil
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| Your boy is dusty like brush up a fossil
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| Hear that shit urk like the noise of a possum
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| Bitch, I’m a king, I was born in the castle
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| Built like a boxer, I’m ready to tussle
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| Fuck on my baby, I’m ready to bust one
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| Come fuck with me and my dogs
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| Hate on my ass like in-laws, ugh
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| That boy stay light like a cheerleader, um
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| She want me filled like a two-liter, um
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| Eat it all day, watch it ricochet off
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| Then I skrrt off on that Michelin, aww
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| They don’t got nothing on me 'til I pop
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| They don’t got nothing on me, call the cops
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| I hit that run like a Heisman, boy, run it back
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| Look at that boy, hit that running back
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| Shout out to South Central, San Marcos
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| I got addicted to soft-shell tacos
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| Right after pennies and ramen noodles
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| Now, I see how I’m gon' make a shooter
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| Stamina, stamina!
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| I used to be holding the camera
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| Head through the glass, throw your window up
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| Start praying to me like my handle Cortana
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| We like Wu-Tang, but I feel like Santana
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| Sweet talking, just like she Hannah Montana
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| Head was clean, Tony Fantano
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| Made her my wife-a
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| She can’t eat 'cause she’s so Bella
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| Confused erection
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| Bad hoes, no name, brand slave, brainless
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| Ghetto in here flash it, ooh, them boys stay nasty
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| Floating like Aladdin, them the ones you talkin' to
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| Ghetto in here flash it, ooh, them boys stay nasty
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| Floating like Aladdin, them the ones you talkin' to
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| Ghetto in here flash it, ooh, them boys stay nasty
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| Floating like Aladdin, them the ones you talkin' to
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| Ghetto in here flash it, ooh, them boys stay nasty
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| Floating like Aladdin, them the ones you talkin' to |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song ZIPPER, artist - BROCKHAMPTON. Album song SATURATION III, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп