| How can I put this nicely, politely go fuck yourself
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| You think i’ma drink to that cause it’s pricey?
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| None of that shit excites me
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| How can I put it in a way you be getting it so precisely
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| When I sum it up so concisely
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| I don’t give a fuck who likes me, bitch!
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| I’ma do my thing and if that ain’t good enough you can spin
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| Ca' It all depend on what mood i’m
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| I paint a master piece when i’m doodling, bitch!
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| Oh gosh, shut the door my toes squashed
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| I’ll be there for the whole nine and come acclimatised to that cold wash
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| Chapsville, everything on my laps spilt
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| I don’t care if you’re self taught, you ain’t touching my rap skill
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| Man are quick off the bat still, dragging in what the cat killed
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| Keep my boots and my hat filled, glad I ain’t fucked with that deal
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| Just as well never sat still, relax chill
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| Nar man that’s not me, fully fledged you can fuck off or go hard fam
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| But don’t come back with no bars man, it’s not as if this shit’s hard fam
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| Keep your hands off the glass though, this is nothing but Jah’s plan
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| (Hook)
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| Ever had a feeling when you knew it was gonna happen but you didn’t see it
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| coming
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| Whole life gone flash in a millisecond, you can feel the burp from the bottom
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| of your stomach
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| Ah man that’s not what you wanted, swallow that down now try not to vomit (Ergh)
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| Vomit (Ergh)
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| Vomit (Ergh)
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| Vomit (Ergh)
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| Vomit
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| A few puffs, a clean set of guts and a been I can trust, that’s all I ever
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| wanted
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| I do raps, done a few laps, what I’ve noticed is that it’s all gas 'til its
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| solid
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| I’ma bruk wild while I still got it, sod it, pick your way through while I
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| vomit (ergh)
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| Vomit (Ergh)
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| Vomit (Ergh)
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| Vomit (Ergh)
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| Vomit
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| (Verse 2 — Jam Baxter)
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| Oi, check the view on the tenth floor balcony
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| Might take you a week, to a month, to a year to squeeze a single bar outta me
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| You live in a 2-D dream, cider pricks and UV jeans
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| Been my own boss since 2010 so I ain’t quite sure what routine means
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| Breakfast movie at 2pm, yam lunch at News At Ten
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| Skip dinner, neck this liquor, another night with a brutal end
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| I’ve got French gash telling my crew «Je t’aime»
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| I’m never wearing a suit again
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| Life’s too crispy, I look like a typhoon hit me
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| I saw man back a whole bottle and now he’s telling me I am too tipsy
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| Right who’s with me, let’s burn the town down, record the carnage
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| Screaming infants and upload that shit straight to Soundcloud
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| Arsonist, full time narcissist, life’s been a blur since I found that friendly
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| pharmacist
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| Park the whip and barrel roll out the back
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| Kill the show and count the cash, enjoy your ounce of crack
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| Louder gasps, bump this in your whip and get it written off
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| And when you catch us back stage try not to piss us off
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| Moving like a fuming swarm of killer wasps
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| Blacked out garms like I’m channelling my inner goth
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| (Hook)
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| Ever had a feeling when you knew it was gonna happen but you didn’t see it
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| coming
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| Whole life gone flash in a millisecond, you can feel the burp from the bottom
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| of your stomach
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| Ah man that’s not what you wanted, swallow that down now try not to vomit (ergh)
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| Vomit (Ergh)
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| Vomit (Ergh)
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| Vomit (Ergh)
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| Vomit
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| A few puffs, a clean set of guts and a been I can trust, that’s all I ever
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| wanted
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| I do raps, done a few laps, what I’ve noticed is that it’s all gas 'til its
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| solid
|
| I’ma bruk wild while I still got it, sod it, pick your way through while I
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| vomit (ergh)
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| Vomit (Ergh)
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| Vomit (Ergh)
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| Vomit (Ergh)
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| Vomit |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Vomit , by - Dabbla. Song from the album Year of the Monkey, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп