| Sat in a car park doing lighter gas in Year 8
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| Didn’t like the maths that we’re made to learn
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| And inside I had a weird hate (Weird hate)
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| So I sat by the side of the train tracks
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| Late at night and each day (Each day)
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| I supply the unique that you want
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| You supply the cliché (Cliché!)
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| Stupid in the face
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| Using the space in the room
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| Shooting a stake in the womb
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| You could see my cape in the moon
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| You could be in space in a suit
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| And still feel a little bit of hate from the tune
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| Taking the piss
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| Taking the landfill site full of shit
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| Breaking the ribs
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| Breaking the crib
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| Break in the train yard naked
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| And paint on my dick
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| Yeah
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| Don’t worry about the time
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| It’s permanent midnight around here always
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| Skets hanging out in the hallways
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| Scooped out too many gourmet sorbets
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| Why talk like your claws ain’t corn flakes
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| Goin' around gas about your bait court case
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| All day, all day, all day
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| Gassed up, wrapped up warm in my North Face
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| Roll up, roll up, roll up
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| Two for one, and point seven on a weekday
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| Two foot skank with the Devil on your shoulder blade
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| The boy’s clever on a replay
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| DJ, DJ (DJ)
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| Please, mate, how’re you gonna come with that shit?
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| You cat shit
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| I ain’t gonna teach you to behave so I go paint
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| Stuffing the tins in a bag
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| Love’s on a singular plan
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| Love’s a ridiculous slag
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| Pumping my fist in the air
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| For the drugs in my system and damn
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| I don’t wanna spend my life in the pig house
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| I don’t wanna smell like ham
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| I don’t want a slut with a big mouth fucking about with my plans
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| Love for the gang
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| Thrusting my nuts in the lamb
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| Man, I just come with a bang
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| Jump and I land
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| Slump when I’m drunk and I stand
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| Man it’s just something I am
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| I don’t give a fuck, I’m the man
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| Fuck ton of drugs in a bag
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| Punching your mum and your dad, man
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| Michael Jackson, I’m bad
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| Snatch the mic from your hand
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| Yeah
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| Don’t worry about the time
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| It’s permanent midnight around here always
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| Skets hanging out in the hallways
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| Scooped out too many gourmet sorbets
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| Why talk like your claws ain’t corn flakes
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| Goin' about your bait court case
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| All day, all day, all day
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| Gassed up, wrapped up warm in my North Face |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Permanent Midnight , by - Dirty Dike. Song from the album Acrylic Snail, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп