| I’m just
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| Sittin in my room building up my karma
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| Wait up got a Spliff and it’s rolled up my loyal partner
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| Pass the light I’ma smoke me like me goodfather
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| Fuck arround with miss x yes
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| That way it hits harder
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| I’m on a higher plane no time for gettin' lyrical
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| I’m livin' in a cubicle for humans quite unsuitable
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| So slip the clover down your throat
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| Slip the clover down your throat
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| This ain’t no joke
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| Wait till it kicks
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| There’s no antidote
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| Cause all your dreams and motherfuckin' fantasies are deep down in my pocket,
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| in my world, in my reality so step into the cavity
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| Mindstate in jeopardy
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| I’ma let you see movin' mountains with telepathy
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| Yo brain encrusted
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| Insanely busted
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| Yellow mustard
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| Angels dusted
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| With a bag of piff I’m floatin' threw the black monolith
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| I’ll be back one day
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| Promises promises
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| I salute the nations, with hallucinations
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| Guess your just a figment of my imagination… (x3)
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| I salute the nations, with hallucinations
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| Picture what I’m saying, hallucinations
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| I’m sitting here waiting in anticipation
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| For elevation, no glorification
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| I send ya peeps on a permanent vacation
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| Now I’m liquidating whole populations
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| Inside information debating for my recreation on a space station
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| I paint the picture, It’s like animations
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| You ain’t getting nothing be prepared for starvation
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| Gods of creation keep planets in rotation
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| It’s a demonstrating of perfect formations
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| I’m fighting temptation feel like the masons
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| With determination it’s a whole operation
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| No explanation, we keep innovating
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| Your stuck with frustrations
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| I’m chilling intoxication
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| It’s all good I’m hallucinating
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| Next level and beyond everything is for the taking
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| The mushroom kicks in, I’m shifting to another dimension
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| In a an instant I split seconds
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| Running down the raggit hole I break records
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| Got bitches, kissing my timbs made a snake leather
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| The pimp pink panther that hates rappers
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| Hold this thought, before my train crashes, brain damage
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| The grenade flashes, turning ya world white
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| I hate gangsters that girlfight and never brawl
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| I’m general I’m on something real chemical
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| Got Serema Williams blowing my tennis balls
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| I chew brick walls covered in aerosol
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| When I cut the bitches I fuck they bleed caramel
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| I wrote this smoking on a camel toe
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| Standing on a desert hill, ass fucking Paris Hill
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| Tons a pills, she could use for the morning after
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| But uhhhh all I hear is boring laughter…
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| Hahahahahahahahaaaaaa |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hallucinations , by - Dope D.O.D.. Song from the album Da Roach, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп