| I wrote this when I was speeding, I think I mean it
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| I was drinking with my demons, started signing agreements
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| And every morning now, I’m forced to say the Pledge of Allegiance
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| To a nation that’s under satan, hoping God can redeem us
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| All I really need is Freedom of Speech and a pad and pencil
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| Preferably mechanical, #2, with a stencil
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| I write until the verses are perfect, it isn’t working
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| I listened to the radio, I guess the words are worthless
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| It sound like they conversing in cursive, they got me
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| Yelling curse words when church is in service, I’m tryna
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| Blow up like a middle-eastern insurgent
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| Give me some virgins; |
| if not, I’ma need a bottle of Jergens
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| HOOK
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| Man I feel you — pause
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| Round of applause
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| For those staying down for the cause
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| Break bread with the same motherfuckers down to break laws
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| Break it down, roll it up in Raws
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| Hey, let me hit that — pause
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| Round of applause
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| For those staying down for the cause
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| Break bread with the same motherfuckers down to break laws
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| Break it down, roll it up in Raws
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| I wrote this when I was sober, you think I’m joking
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| I’m used to blacking out and just blocking out my emotions
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| A little smoking fixes everything that’s broken
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| If you’re feeling all your feelings, take a dose of the potion
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| Abracadabra, now shit don’t even matter
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| You don’t got the grey matter that can handle my data
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| Had to break it down for you like it’s all mathematics
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| They know how to lose money, just don’t know how to add it
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| Applause and laughter for the small-in-stature
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| Fast-talking, honest rapper who’s an awkward dapper
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| Every time I try to dance, I’m getting called a cracker
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| Even my girl wish I was tall and blacker
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| HOOK
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| I wrote this when I was drunk and high at the same time
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| If I needed, couldn’t even walk a straight line
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| I can’t lie, it’s something I can’t hide
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| I’m drunk and I can’t drive this truck and it ain’t mine
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| I ain’t signed, I mean I could if I wanted to
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| They see your Twitter followers and tell you they loving you
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| Put one or two offers on the table in front of you
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| Then they cut the budget down when they discover another you
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| Only more commercial, not as controversial with the verses
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| A younger, dumber group of fans with credit cards to purchase
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| That’s how they always get you, man; |
| they pitch the perfect picture
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| Then it finally hits you, this about the richest getting richer
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| HOOK |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pause , by - Cal Scruby. Song from the album House in the Hills, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп