| Yeah, yeah, yeah!
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| We gonna make it to the top, it won’t be long
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| So get it right, get it right!
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| Don’t get it wrong, get it wrong!
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| We gonna make it to the top, it won’t be long!
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| Yeah, feeling like today I’ve been to hell and back
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| Told my girl start cooking dinner and pull out the welcome mat
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| Can’t nobody tell me jack, radio was hella whack
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| So I turn that shit off for the drive home
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| Tape adapter plugged into the iphone
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| Now I’m up in my zone, feeling like a mother fucking cyclone
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| I could do whatever I set my sights on
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| Step through the front door like honey I’m home
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| See those Nikes on the floor, you reckon someone would buy those?
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| Grab up all this useless shit, lets log into TradeMe
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| Get rid of it all babe, can’t nobody cage me
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| Upper-class dude for a change, bit sick of all this shit
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| This job these gigs is all the same
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| But sick of all this pay, going on this place. |
| I don’t even wanna stay at
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| I think I go insane, you got a dream you need to chase that
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| We needa bounce asap, they say you only get one shot
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| Believe I’m gonna take that, and make that, yeah!
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| Woah, no more sitting round
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| Wishing things were different down here
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| Man, I’m feeling like a change!
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| It’s time to start lookin' round, start lookin' round, start lookin' round!
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| Woah, no more sittin' round
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| Wishing things were different down here
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| Man, I’m feeling like today
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| It’s time to start lookin round, start lookin round
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| Start lookin round
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| Yeah, let me take you back a couple years
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| Way before I met a couple peers, a couple years
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| Before I knew that rapping could be a career
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| Met a girl
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| Type of chick that probably turned some brothers queer
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| My mates said she was bad news
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| I wasn’t smart enough to hear
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| All advice is going in
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| One in out the other ear
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| All my cash gone and her hands
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| On another pair
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| Of shoes or some food or a subtle hair, color change
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| She all in my ear, saying music is just fun and games
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| Telling me to grow up, that all my mates are fucking lames
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| I’m caught in the middle, drinking booze just to numb the brain
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| She’s so insecure to something, well and she just complains
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| Unhappy with, her, life, looking for someone to blame
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| Too lazy to go get it, wishes she could coast the fame
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| Claiming she don’t need me
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| But she’s bluffing like a poker game
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| It’s insane that I stuck around at all, misery love company
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| Man, I’m better on my own!
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| Woah, no more sitting round
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| Wishing things were different down here
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| Man, I’m feeling like a change!
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| It’s time to start lookin round, start lookin round, start lookin round
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| Woah, I ain’t taking no more shit from this bitch
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| Im bout to exit quick, feeling good today
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| It’s time to start lookin' round, start lookin' round, start lookin' round |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Start Lookin Round , by - David Dallas. Song from the album The Rose Tint, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп