| Sometimes I don’t know myself
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| I’m feeling like the wine
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| Is the only thing that helps
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| I drink it all away
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| 'till the last drop’s gone
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| I’m feeling like today
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| This is my last song
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| But I went out last night
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| And I was feeling good
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| I about to do it all
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| Again cause I’m the only
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| One who should
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| Just go and quit that job
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| I know I’ll prove them wrong
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| I throw my hands up high
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| Cause this is my last song
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| You know it’s crazy
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| The way you looking at me
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| Like you don’t remember me
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| Last time I was in your
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| 2002 Jeep girl we got history
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| No signs that I have changed
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| But you still remain the one
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| That’s on my mind
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| Last night I was fucked up
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| And I’m pretty sure I called
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| You a thousand times
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| I remember the time I climbed
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| Through the window just so
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| I could sleep next to you
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| And how good it felt
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| The first time I had
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| Unprotected sex with you
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| It all seems so far away now
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| Cause I got famous and
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| You act like you forgot
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| Who the fuck I really am
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| And I’m still the man
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| And I’m faded off the top
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| Let’s have some fun like we used to do
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| Got the Vodka mix with the juice too
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| Got the Whiskey straight on the rocks now
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| Our relationship was on thin ice shit
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| We got drunk and ate ten slices
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| And remembered how beautiful life is
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| I’m at the top
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| I feel lifeless
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| Feelin' that ass and it feels priceless
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| Sometimes I don’t know myself
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| I’m feeling like the wine
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| Is the only thing that helps
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| I drink it all away
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| 'till the last drop’s gone
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| I’m feeling like today
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| This is my last song
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| But I went out last night
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| And I was feeling good
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| I about to do it all
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| Again cause I’m the only
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| One who should
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| Just go and quit that job
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| I know I’ll prove them wrong
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| I throw my hands up high
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| Cause this is my last song
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| What’s good?
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| My name’s Cam
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| I came to tell you
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| Should leave your man’s
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| Got a spot in the lower
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| East Side Manhattan
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| Where the bottles pour, money’s stackin'
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| No Paul Pierce baby I’m the captain
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| We’re blowing trees
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| No saving paper
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| Nowadays lames stay hating
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| Cause I slay bitches
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| Like
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| Got college chicks order rounds again
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| House party in you’re town again
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| Don’t forget that I produced the beat
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| When they try and steal my sound again
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| I don’t understand it (understand it)
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| We blew hella weed and got super lit
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| Can’t come down from this high
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| Cause I keep it real
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| I’m too legit
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| So gone
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| I’m lost I need to go home
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| Where is Regis Philbin
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| I need my phone call
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| I went super in last night
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| And Ima do it all again
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| And I swear I’m like Wolf Blitzer
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| Cause I be seeing them N’s
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| Let’s go
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| Sometimes I don’t know myself
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| I’m feeling like the wine
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| Is the only thing that helps
|
| I drink it all away
|
| 'till the last drop’s gone
|
| I’m feeling like today
|
| This is my last song
|
| But I went out last night
|
| And I was feeling good
|
| I about to do it all
|
| Again cause I’m the only
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| One who should
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| Just go and quit that job
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| I know I’ll prove them wrong
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| I throw my hands up high
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| Cause this is my last song |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rewind (Last Song) , by - Cam Meekins. Song from the album Stories from the Green Line, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп