| But at times I remind girls that I don’t give a damn
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| I said I’m focused
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| I was 2 feet tall, just scraching on my balls
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| Thinking that I was a man, but I ain’t understand
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| My head so high feel the rhymes in my hands
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| Trying to make it happen for my fam
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| Cause rapping like a tan
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| I swear it takes patience
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| And a lot of dealing with the fakeness
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| I am tring to erase it
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| I am gonna take it
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| To the place niggas don’t think I would make it
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| Do that even makes sense?
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| I lace tracks with a feeling that’s ancient
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| I could see a picture trying to figure how to paint it
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| When pain hits it’s only little that could fade shit
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| Me I hit the studio and make hits
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| Plotting on the payment, life is what you make it
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| And you niggas ain’t gonna get nowhere hating
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| I can’t even take this
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| Dodging all the bullets like I’m walking in the matrix
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| Los Angeles king just showing y’all the greatness, face it
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| Damn (damn)
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| I swear I left and
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| Now I’m back where I am (am, am, am, owohh)
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| And stunting and fine girls, keep me in my stance (stance, stance)
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| But at times I remind girls that I don’t give a damn
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| I said I’m focused, cause the sky is falling
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| I was giving attention to things that shouldn’t be mentioned
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| Now I’m focused on copping shit that’s expensive
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| Seating in the Bent-lay burnin like incense
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| Bars like jail time criminal intent
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| Ball at the right time
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| This is an invention
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| Trying to do my thing
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| Put me on now
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| Seating in a Range with a Kool-Aid smile
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| Cool, hey, how the young boy do it like that?
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| I just retard on raps and go stupid on tracks
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| I just read all the facts I don’t know how to act
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| I swear I’m with my shades on in the back
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| Hov in '09, we fade into black
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| Get a fade to the back, girls say I’m growing up
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| But I can care less about a girl I’m blowing up
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| And I don’t need a girl that need me to do her
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| I want the chick with a good mind and good heart
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| And yeah when they ask about the girls I couldn’t curr
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| I was DTA, cause she be fake
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| And he just worried about what he can take
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| Cause she ain’t worried about what he can make
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| He just worried about what’s up for sake, the cake
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| The shit that niggas talking about
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| While I’m chillin I’m my silly city walking it out
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| And if I walk to the South
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| They’ll like it cause it’s real and it’s recognized
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| Unlike y’all shit my life will never die |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tunnel Vision, artist - Casey Veggies. Album song Customized Greatly Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп