| I’ve got screws loose, I don’t choose to
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| So lock me in that bubble room because I’m cuckoo
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| I’ve got screws loose (No control of my demons, and no control of my actions,
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| and no control over anything that I said)
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| Said I’ve got screws loose (Lost my marbles, have you seen ‘em? ‘Cause
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| everybody be tellin' me I’m simply not right in the fuckin' head)
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| Welcome to the Homegrown grow-op
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| Started single player, now it’s Sap on the co-op
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| Fully high-tech, my brain like iRobot
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| Straightjacket on, lightin' bogs on the stove top
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| Roll through the road blocks, you know it’s on again
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| So grab the Adderall, the Molly and Klonopin
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| I’m ‘bout to sip this bottle of whiskey like Ray Donovan
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| And spit my ass off until I’m runnin' outta oxygen
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| I’m like Trevor up in Grand Theft Auto Five
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| That’s why I laugh when people ask me if I bought this ride
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| Bitch I pulled the driver out and blew his brains across the side
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| Walked, then ran him over like a couple dozen times
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| Then I crushed his spine, bloody tire tracks up in the mud behind
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| The whip, so fuck a wanted star I’m way too hard to come and find
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| Roll up in a shady alley, park the car and duck and hide
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| Bitch I’m out my motherfucking mind
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| I’ve got screws loose, I don’t choose to
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| So lock me in that bubble room because I’m cuckoo
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| I’ve got screws loose (No control of my demons, and no control of my actions,
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| and no control over anything that I said)
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| Said I’ve got screws loose (Lost my marbles, have you seen ‘em? ‘Cause
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| everybody be tellin' me I’m simply not right in the fuckin' head)
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| Scruffy and unshaven, up till the sun’s raisin'
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| In a Concord, with Mayor Rob Ford, some drugs taken
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| And a bottle later we doin' donuts on fresh pavement
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| And behavin' like I’m star in a movie by Wes Craven
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| Shit I’m crazy, just sayin', fuck it actually I’m Super Saiyan
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| Fuckin' rampagin' till the pages in the news are sayin'
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| Webby’s on the loose and they gon' put me in a noose
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| But I’ll survive and spend the next couple months just fuckin' recuperatin'
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| Out on a deserted Virgin Island where the birds are flyin' overhead
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| As I plot my revenge with all the words I’m rhymin'
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| You can’t defeat me, I don’t know why all you nerds are tryin'
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| If you heard that I was quittin', someone in your circle’s lyin'
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| Shit I’d rather catch a flight from Malaysia
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| And sit middle seat between a couple guys in Al-Qaeda
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| Durin' a fuckin' ice storm in the middle of night, yo
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| Get the picture? |
| Ain’t no chance of me lettin' the mic go
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| They could lock me in the looney bin
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| But I’ll break free and end up on the fuckin' loose again
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| They call me crazy, howlin' at the moon again
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| Until I wake up in that padded rubber room again
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| I’ve got screws loose, I don’t choose to
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| So lock me in that bubble room because I’m cuckoo
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| I’ve got screws loose (No control of my demons, and no control of my actions,
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| and no control over anything that I said)
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| Said I’ve got screws loose (Lost my marbles, have you seen ‘em? ‘Cause
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| everybody be tellin' me I’m simply not right in the fuckin' head) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Screws Loose, artist - Chris Webby. Album song Jamo Neat, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп