| (Long, long, long look away
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| Long, long, long look away)
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| I don’t owe you anything
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| I don’t owe you anything
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| Locked in a hospital, a dead nurse with big tits and slit wrists
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| Tried to administer me pills but I resist
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| I’m dangerous as crocodiles outta tanks
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| You don’t need my DNA strands to recognize my killer traits
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| I lost my mind, I’m haunted by the words that I’ve invented
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| To the point, they’re feeding me glasses of NyQuil with my dinner
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| I associate the infliction of pain with pleasure
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| Frequently insult my neighbors wearing blood stained leathers
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| People that never visit insist that I owe 'em shit
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| I’m repeatedly takin' Rohypnol and praying I don’t exist
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| Damn near wanna throw a party off exhilaration
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| That I get from squeezin' the life out of a human body shaking
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| I’m a happening waiting to accident, blessed sacriment
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| Festering blasphemist, transient arrogant acrobat
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| Riding camelbacks under circus tents, nervous off Percocets
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| Possessed laughs till I’m at Bernie Mac’s funeral services
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| You’ve got mental problems, I’m sure
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| It’s just that mine is greater
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| At least you have honor to live in the time I put ink to paper
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| Over 10,000 hours of labor, limitless
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| An undeniable perfectionist that plagues the souls of lyricists
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| Hand me a scalpel I’ll scribble scribes on your face
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| I make people run, that’s why they call it the human race
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| XL campaign, don’t owe you a damn thang
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| Tear a turtles head off, drink blood out of shells like canteens
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| I can’t scream, I got the metal machines ready
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| Forever holding my piece like I’m not objecting at a wedding
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| Was manufactured in Heaven to be a horid tourist
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| Placed specifically on Earth, quantuum leaps over other artists
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| Dirty my name, the seeds of discontent were planted
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| That’s grounds for murder, I’m stoned, you took me for granted
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| Damn it, you think I owe you something, get it in blood
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| Rick James last words, «Chino's verse is a hell of a drug»
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| Get me out of here
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| I just needed some time to get my mind right
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| Then it’s back to these bitches yelling «Go Daddy» like the website
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| Run away don’t cross me
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| You won’t be able to walk through your house without tripping over some dead
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| offspring
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| I’m getting stressed by the government
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| Don’t even write my name down unless it has «Paid To The Order» in front of it
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| Budgeted, trying to feed your family is real
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| Gas prices looking bigger than the numbers on Adele’s bathroom scale
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| My skills internal and running wild
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| I could eat a Rubik’s Cube and shit it out completely solved
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| I vowed my foundation is built with brick and mortar
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| Destroying peers like a tsunami tearing through a harbor
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| Consistantly ill, but still industry overlook me
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| Officially, something’s fishier than mermaid pussy
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| I hate you with a perfect hate and nothing less
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| Last seven words:
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| The best ever from the best yet |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Anything , by - Chino XL. Song from the album RICANstruction: The Black Rosary, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп