| Yeah, lately there a lot of things going on in my life
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| That keep my head from meeting the pillow on lonely nights
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| Only tempted to slit my wrists if I’m near a golden knife
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| And I got so high that I forgot my fear of open nights
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| Now I’m on a cliff, barrel full of beer, couple sprites, cup of OJ
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| Got these chicks kissing like they was nice, doubt it
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| Now we’re buying the city, I’d rather buy a mountain
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| Buy some TNT, blow that shit up and build a cave
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| I’m in tune with my youth like I found the fountain
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| And I barely tie my shoes so fuck what you say
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| And my whole damn crew some type of monsters
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| Whenever we together, Japanese parade
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| Jun-Ji and Moon-Ji got me like I copped the sponsor
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| Told my girl I really talk to groupies at the concerts
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| Told them they can go show they boobies to my entourage
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| And their energy is getting to me make my mind up
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| Every time I go on stage I got to turn the lights down
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| Sometimes I cop anxiety please turn the lights down
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| I said that every time I go on stage I got to turn the lights down
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| Sometimes I cop anxiety please turn the lights down
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| I can show you how to make a couple witches want
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| 3−0-5 I’m chilling higher eight fold like a don
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| I can never trust you like I never trust your drugs
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| She like how I
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| Roll it up, stack it up, all these loons, I’m in love
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| Pull it up, switching lanes, high as fuck boy I might go buy a plane
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| Took you to the water but I can not make you drink it
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| I got money murder music they gon' pay me if I say this
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| Every time I be inside her she hit notes like she a singer
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| I can never be a groupie give a fuck about a thing
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| I remember all the times you told me I would never be shit
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| I was ridin', busin', flexin' and if you need it I got eight
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| Pussy boy filled with hate, blowing smoke all in they face
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| Fuck around going super Sayian I might get married at the bank
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| Young boys getting what he earned, you killed me my
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| Thirty-five bitches on my line but I cut my phone service
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| I don’t care my, look back and I
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| Fuck it up, fuck a double ah, triple up and just go down |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Chessmaster , by - Chester Watson. Song from the album Project 0, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп