| Can you hear it?
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| Can you hear it?
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| High and I’m trippin', I’m in the kitchen
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| Fryin' up some chicken, but rhymes you’ve been missin'
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| I put away the pots and pans, time to punch the clock again
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| Hit the stage, rock the fans, a lot of weed, lot of hands in the air
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| Hit the square, that’s some pretty good shit you have
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| You rolled it kinda crooked, yeah, it’s a hole in it, lookie there
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| Hold it like you’re playin a flute; |
| I don’t like to stay in the booth
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| But I need to fix my teeth, they say I look like a sabre-tooth
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| Nevermind them, bitches, I get behind 'em
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| And grind 'em so hard I make 'em cough up a condom
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| I’m just bullshittin', I’m too old to bang for hours
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| Mr. Copeland come
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| with a gang of flowers
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| But if your thang is sour, go find a shower
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| Pantyliner and some kind of fine vagina powder
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| I was lookin' for some strangé since I was a young age
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| Dick got stiff soon as I took a whiff one day
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| Can you hear it?
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| Aw yeah! |
| (Can you hear it?)
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| Can you hear it?
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| Drunk and I’m trippin', coochie grippin', tequila sippin'
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| Not beefin', never slippin', still Cadillac dippin'
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| Heineken tippin', script, never flip it
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| Just lost my ambition for random women, pokin' and pimpin'
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| Can you hear it? |
| In my voice?
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| Well, of course you can’t, 'cause I’m lyin'
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| But you can ask my wife, I been tryin'
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| Damn, I got divorced a few times, but don’t give up on me
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| Fuck with me; |
| fuck me over, your luck’ll be
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| Bad as fuck 'cause you’re stuck with me
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| Lots of chokin' and knuckling, no more grinnin' and chuckling
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| Devin, pass me the weed, so I can touch the sky when I jump
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| What the fuck am I talkin' about? |
| Nothin'
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| A-can you hear it?
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| Aw yeah!
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| Can you hear it?
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| A-can you hear it?
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| Aw y-y-yeah!
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| Yeah, I flow cool out a Cadillac
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| Been known to keep it funky like the product in the Similac
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| I blow a sack while I’m drippin' facts all over wax
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| Mr. Artifacts came to kick it in the art of rap
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| A heart attack, the acts that only glitz wearin' they gold
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| Ain’t a solid object rapper got the gift to be this dope
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| Make amazin' situations happen, killin'
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| I’m a bad man, context: mad professional
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| Quantum leap, I gotta be the scientific when I spit it
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| Stimulated, highly medicated, comin' wit' it vivid
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| Buzzin' like a bee, Muhammad Ali, you can find me
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| Poppin' tops and killin' quarts in front of M-I-C
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| Can you hear it? |
| (Can ya, can ya hear it, can ya hear it?)
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| Can ya hear it?
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| Aw yeah! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song High And Trippin', artist - Devin the Dude. Album song Soulful Distance, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп