| A cup of acid down the hatch and, spit it up
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| Cause he don’t give a fuck 'bout what you saying, rock the Saiyan cut
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| Brewed it, she the newest nigga blazing up (Vagrant strut)
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| Cruising for a bruising, you’s a loser, nigga (Poof! You missing)
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| Peruvian and she Buddhist, fruitless movements lead the group
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| She whip em spiff as fuck, ancient technique, he roll the spliff and puff
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| Hit the Dutch, hole in his heart but he don’t give a goddamn
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| 'Bout the sleep, catch him resting in peace
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| I told 'em I would be the dude flying in jets, smoking keef leading 'em
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| Fucking these foreign bitches in hotels overseas
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| Well, I would be, so now I’m just chilling in the woods
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| Smoking good trees, dust is the look
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| Could give a fuck 'bout the book, but catch me reading 'em
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| I’m looking for the method to chef gourmet with no seasoning
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| The witch’s stew is brewing, I’m tripping fumes in the room, I can’t believe it
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| He’s a thief or he’s a genius, atheistic, breathing demon, what a
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| Silly little joy, stop and watch it happen
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| Wanna save the world, but the world is steady laughing
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| Take another road, swallow in your fear
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| Closer to light, but it’s far away from here
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| And you, you didn’t hear that from me
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| You didn’t hear that from me
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| You didn’t hear that from me
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| You didn’t hear that from me
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| Smoking 'til my chest is yelling, «Fuck you, Chester»
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| Conquest needs hustle, bet you lack black
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| So you could say that I am what is crack-a-lacking
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| Hit your dip like «Hey, batter, batter, hey batter, batter swing!»
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| Miss the world’s ending, wave shatter
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| Aliens will tip the loft and the? |
| drifting cough
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| And I’m chilling like a supervillian should be, yelling?
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| He trying to save 'em, but the people petty, praying sickness kill him
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| He reminisce of lost evidence, fit the description
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| Less sane than the average factor in his mental giftedness
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| (He get symphonies twisted) Tainted by the ancient Japanese
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| He bleed ritualistically, indeed the kid’s a mystic sent from Venus
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| To invade us (hate 'em), spawned of death in Hades
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| Watch confetti hit the blades and change the way we see the ways we in
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| I’m faded, you could tell, it’s in the gaze I give (Praise the land)
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| Had so much to do and barely grazed the list
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| Cheers |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sycamore, artist - Chester Watson. Album song Tin Wooki, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп