| Walkin' to the house like I’m probably smellin' loudly
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| Groceries in my hand, always talkin' to myself, my homies don’t understand
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| People sayin' «what the fuck?»
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| World domination was the plan from the jump
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| I was Salvador Dali, just tryna melt surroundings
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| And no I didn’t ask I don’t care how you felt about me
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| Materialise the vision, let’s fuck whoever was doubting it
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| Back to the mountains in Topanga
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| Topanga
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| Talkin' to a gorgeous chick, about horror flicks inside of the forest
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| In life I guess I got to ignore it for a bit
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| Cos most memories found storage in the wind
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| Back when I was seventeen, over on the binge
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| Still on the binge but I loiter over sins now
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| Strategising, tryna fill the void with golden chicks
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| But time still ticks when you sit down
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| So if you ain’t getting better, someone else is, that’s a guarantee
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| Chester Watson on the fritz, that’s a scary thing
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| Skating, fucking awesome and a flicked match
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| Got $ 300 kicks I barely fit, check
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| Rocked the red vans 'till they ripped
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| Talking to the dead, saying R.I.P
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| Jeff said, «Chester, just be careful with this shits»
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| I know, I know, Ouija board’s not for the crib
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| I get it, I think I just wanna head to the thrift in
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| Topanga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Topanga , by - Chester Watson. Song from the album Project 0, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп