| Keep it dumb every day
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| Fuck your life anyway (x3)
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| Let me empty out my résumé
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| Yo, I’m with your bitch bumpin' Delph in the Bimmer
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| Stargazin', looking at myself in the mirror
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| Whisper sweet nothings to my girl on the phone but
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| Only seem to think about myself when I’m with her
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| Ice ice baby
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| I’ve been feeling quite nice lately
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| Racking up them white lines maybe
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| I’m a scumbag, it’s true
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| But I been gettin' money since I jumped out the womb
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| I’m a really nice guy with a thugs attitude
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| Fuck gratitude
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| I was skinny dipping with her 'til she jumped out the pool
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| I’m well amazin'
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| Why you never changin'?
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| I’ll be in the heli waiting like Eric Qualen
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| I don’t believe in destiny, but now she’s undressing me
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| Nine months later, shit, out popped a second me
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| Forget promethazine, I’m pro-meth and lean
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| Social outcast, keep it so fresh and clean
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| Keep it dumb every day
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| Fuck your life anyway (x3)
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| Let me empty out my résumé
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| Huh, blackout boy
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| I eat xans like they’re a pack of mints
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| Fuck animal rights, I’m an Activis pint activist
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| I’m in the rabbit hole with this Alice bitch
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| And my pills are red and blue like the Crystal Palace strip
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| Fuck the conglomerate, we’re skum glamorous
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| Got a ghetto fabulous in the passenger bumping Fabolous
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| Shit, the fact I’m still alive’s quite miraculous
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| Got the cheese, now I’m in the Ritz on my cracker shit
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| It ain’t a bag of chips, it’s a pack of crisps
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| And the pack’s loud but I don’t listen to Canibus
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| Had a threesome with a Spanish chick
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| It was double lit
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| Like watching both ends of the candle drip
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| Talking of candles girl, wax your bits
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| Not too plain though, leave a landing strip
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| Vandalist causing property damages
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| While I’m out in Los Angeles speaking anti-evangelist, bitch
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| Keep it dumb every day
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| Fuck your life anyway (x3)
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| Let me empty out my résumé
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| Uh, I’m dead urban like Ed Sheeran
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| Gelled hair and trackies with a Ben Sherman
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| Feeling titties like a breast surgeon
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| I don’t wanna know your name, fuck networking
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| Gonzo, slow like a blonde ho
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| I’m Jon Snow on blow on the wrong show, oh
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| I sip the medicine and sit back
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| I’m on that health tip with extra lettuce on me Big Mac
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| I’m with a sexy nympho, getting info
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| Doing drive-bys, throwing kittens out the Bentley window
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| Gringo with an attitude acting rude
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| Trelli, pass the food
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| Cuz you can’t make an omelette without breaking an egg
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| And I can’t write a verse without saying I’m sweg
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| Something is corroding baby, maybe I’m dead
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| Ellesse sweatband holds me brain in me head
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| I’m fucking dumb son
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| Keep it dumb every day
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| Fuck your life anyway (x3)
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| Let me empty out my résumé |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Everyday Dumb , by - Cult Mountain. Song from the album Cult Mountain, Pt. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп