| It’s hard to sleep when you’re not around
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| Please excuse the baggage when you see me
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| Ain’t dreamin' of
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| Adidas a finishing touch over ILU it’s easy as fuck
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| Don’t share my drink and I don’t share my blunts
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| Don’t share my minq my girl don’t share a cunt
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| I know you ain’t fuck
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| Options I’m option-less only got prosperous squadron to mug
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| And it’s obvious like I’ve been toggling luck, woah
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| Don’t fuck with fame barely fuck with the money
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| I fight with the gods I don’t trust 'em, no
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| Adidas tap but the swoosh on me
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| For the love that’s the new homies
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| No new homies fuck a loose end
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| Got the juice on me, don’t know me inside
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| You in loose company are we Urkel like
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| Like it’s suspenders my circle tight
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| I like you offending me it’s quite alright
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| I’m full off life I’ll take a bit of that
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| I feel that they comin' though I might die
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| As long as my family right I ain’t sad
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| Yeah, as long as the fam right I ain’t sad
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| Fuck it, it’s back to this witchcraft shit
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| Time travel voodoo on my kickback shit
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| Even side of sober nigga yeah a mac slid
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| On my peter piper playin' poker pending ISIS
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| They put my membership on ice quick
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| Sensed I was a spy 'cause I’ve been chillin'
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| Now triple must invert the 9 tip, damn
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| Chester burnt the nightstands down
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| I keep my head up high
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| I keep my soul down low
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| So low, so low
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| I move with a sixth sense
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| Ooh what a sick scent
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| Ooh if they shoot better duck
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| Uh, scared of the dark like I’m still in the 6th grade
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| Babygirl keep it on the hush
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| You see them sheets is satin this the palace floor
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| You just dropped your dress onto the palace floor
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| Stand tall like what I need a palace for
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| Sign on Simon on the balance board, ah
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| Knew they be like, uh
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| Hat to the side I be T.I.P
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| And I, float like a butterfly sting like a bee
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| And I’m Muhammad Ali and I’ll fight through the deep end
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| Los Angeles has got me polyamorous
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| In love with 2 cities I’m
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| It’s pretty much the same thing
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| It’s a nitty gritty missin' flights for the same game
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| Delay if I’m missin' up
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| Don’t you get it get it get it
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| takin' pictures
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| If they get me rich and famous donate all my riches
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| Hold the magic and the wishes
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| It’s my birthday Merry Christmas
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| Isn’t life so amazing
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| Crash-landed for a visit Heaven’s got me waitin'
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| I keep my head up high
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| I keep my soul down low
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| So low, so low
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| I keep my head up high
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| I keep my soul down low
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| So low, so low |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Underworld , by - Chester Watson. Song from the album Project 0, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп