| It isn’t hard to make a bar with an homophone
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| I could do it in a bar while I’m on my phone
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| Own cars as a status symbol
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| Drum hard
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| Look at the state of the cymbal
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| As well as drive, fly high, it’s a cool principle
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| But I want to see more skin I’m a High School principal
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| No training wheels I’m a grown adult
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| You’re someone who makes people groan a dolt
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| I mean oh my God, Holy shit
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| I knew you where bad, but you’re wholly shit
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| I forget, it’s a lapse in memory
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| When I die, strip club funeral
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| Sit on laps in memory
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| Now that’s a ceremony
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| Winning first place as if everybody wouldn’t have done it in the first place
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| I get berzerk in a duel carried away
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| Break the speed limit down the dual carriageway
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| Name something faster, be my guest
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| Nothing but an actual light beam, I guess
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| But mate get too close
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| I do brake checks
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| Bank balance so big, I break checks
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| But with all the race prize money I accrue
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| I take on employees Hire crew
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| Slowcoach, I’m packing a high IQ
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| I smoke in traffic when I’m high I queue
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| Whether four or two wheeled
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| I’m equipped with more metaphors
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| Than a fellow ought to wield
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| Rally through the night to the misty morning
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| Your family crying, cause they missed you, mourning
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| I’ve travelled through time, battled and fought knights
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| You’ve just done a royale battle in Fortnight
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| You don’t go backwards and neither forward
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| I’m working on a book I need a foreword
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| This is the chorus of the song
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| The Crew
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| It doesn’t seem to be so long, since
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| The Crew
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| But I guess a sequel’s over due to
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| The Crew
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| Take the same game and then add a two to
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| The Crew
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| Do please curb your enthusiasm
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| Or I’ll leave you on the kerb
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| You’re in fear, see, as I’m
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| Fiercely cleaning my lights
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| Rub my lamp sippin slow gin
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| What I mean is I’m a speed genie
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| You’re a slow Djinn
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| So then
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| The ball’s in your court
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| You’d better have big balls
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| Or you’re caught
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| Phwoar, hear my engine roar
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| Grizzly
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| Pull out your entrails raw
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| Grisly
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| Give me gore
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| No ifs or buts
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| I’ll leave you with sore butts
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| Kick your nuts
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| Below the waist
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| Your career’s nothing, bub
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| A load of waste
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| I take it, it’s plain to see
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| I’m taking this plane to sea
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| I’m a sick pilot
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| Fly like a bird flew
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| You’re just sick
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| Could be swine or the bird flu
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| Turbine burning, turning the rotor
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| So get to work, it’s your turn in the rota
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| From the West Coast
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| To the Soviet Bloc
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| If you’re trolling me, well then
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| So be it, blocked
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| Don’t want what you’re spamming
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| Anyone can peddle wares
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| But can you slam it to the metal 'til the pedal wears?
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| Yes, wild animal
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| I’m well feral
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| Talladega nights
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| Adam McKay
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| And Will Ferrell
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| As well as beating you down
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| When we race the tracks
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| I delete your soundcloud
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| Erase the tracks
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| Leave your tyres slashed
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| You’re Axl Rose
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| Crack your suspension
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| Your axle rose
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| Straight over the J. Edgar Hoover Dam
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| Looking round like «This place needs a hoover, damn»
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| And soon, when we land, and they’re closing the hangar
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| I put my flight suit with my clothes on the hanger
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| This is the chorus of the song
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| The Crew
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| It doesn’t seem to be so long, since
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| The Crew
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| But I guess a sequel’s over due to
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| The Crew
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| Take the same game and then add a two to
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| The Crew |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Crew 2 , by - Dan Bull. Song from the album Generation Gaming XVII, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп