| So I woke up in this mess, what do I know?
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| Stressed with the questions, the answer that I know
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| And I know that life is a tiny tight rope
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| And my line’s broke at a height and I’ll die slow
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| Dike’s no nice bloke, nah he’s a right cock
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| Blind when I speak like I rhyme with the lights off
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| Find me a sweet bit of silence, my god
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| So I can dive right in the light until the fight stops
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| Fuck the people that judge my actions
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| Fuck all these sequels and drug distractions
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| Touching the freefaller, fool all these people
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| It’s evil how we all get sucked to imagine like plankton
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| Try to duck and dive from the big fish
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| Drugs is business and you better fucking swim, bitch
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| Or wiggle fins, quick you’ll be a lost soul
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| Cause you want your shit, but your dealer says it got sold
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| Now you’re bubbling, boiling, struggling
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| Annoyed 'cause you’re nothing but a druggy little boy again
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| I’ve seen enough of it destroying men
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| And turned a real good mate into a cunt from a loyal friend
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| We’ve fought pissheads in pubs, kids let in clubs, mislead thugs all up to
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| sniff fresh drugs
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| Yes, bruv, let’s have a fake conversation
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| I’m the fucking man, I’m the bollocks, I’m the great one
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| Notes curling, and now you know your throat’s burning
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| Your nose bursts open, alone this bloke’s vermin
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| There’s no learning, brains charred and raped to bits
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| Pass the plate to sniff, and watch your faces twitch
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| Man, you worked so hard to pay for this
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| And it’s fucking crazy shit and I’m ashamed of it
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| Stages flip, the paranoia settles in
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| It’s more unpredictable than Barry boys on ketamine
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| So let the test begin, that’s the golden quote
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| Er, someone in this room has fucking stole my note
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| People gulping throats now are acting shifty
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| You rule the thoughts wow, you’re trapped in this scene you followers
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| Like dogs catching frisbees
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| Or spastic rappers trying to rap to sick beats
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| It’s piss weak and man I hate to say this
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| But when I take shit, my mates' faces are nameless
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| And it’s the same when you’re talking to me
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| 'Cause you gawp at your feet and walk awkwardly
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| And your heads about as chopped as your quarter be
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| I know guys still snortin' at forty-three
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| Man, torture me
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| This is more than I know about
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| Please take my habit to the door man and show it out
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| Or go insane, that’s no way to know your mates
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| No way to shadow hate, cocaine’s a shallow grave
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| Man with a bag of base, it’s borderline insanity
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| I need to stop now before the force kind of shatters me
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| My thoughts fly dramatically in raw times of anarchy
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| Your mind’s absorbing like four tabs of Acid be |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Followers , by - Dirty Dike. Song from the album Bogies & Alcohol, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп