| [Intro: Drapht]
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| I'm a little bit mad!
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| I'm a little crazy! |
| Ha-ha-ha-ha
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| I'll kill you
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| [Verse 1: Drapht]
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| They call me Mr De-De-De-Delusional
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| Institutional type, beautiful
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| Unconstitutional juvenile
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| Can't be pinned down like voodoo dolls
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| I'm all romance, I won't slow dance with puppets
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| Dusting off knuckle-dusters for justice
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| What the fuck is this world we livin' in?
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| Seven billion idiots stuck in Darwinian
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| Acting like cavemen, we don't play!
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| Chased them back in the cave yelling Don Quixote
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| Don Quixote, Don Quixote
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| 'Cause I'm kind of sick of the real world the most days
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| Hey no, it's not okay
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| No way José, this world broke me
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| Now I'm crazy like a coked out dope fiend
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| Wanna fight any type acting like Joffrey
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| Yo P Della spot me (What up, P?)
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| "Sup D-Rapht, yo, man, I thought we lost you" (What?!)
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| How you lose a man on the dance floor dressed in a Ned Stark costume?
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| [Chorus: Drapht]
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| Don Quixote, yo
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| Don Quixote, way-oh
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| Don Quixote, way-oh-oh-oh
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| See I've been tilting that windmill since I was born
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| The wind hits my sail and I'm gone
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| Don Quixote
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| [Verse 2: Suffa]
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| I'm losing my sanity, girl
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| I've been creating an imaginary world, like I was on peyote
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| Livin' in a fantasy world
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| I'm a bandit that's abandoned the self, ayy, ayy, not Bon Jovi
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| But I'm wanted dead or alive
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| In my head I might not ever survive, as I run from coyotes
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| Shoutin', "are you men or you mice?"
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| Wieldin' my pen like a knife, now, now, now hopefully
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| You don't see this as a sickness
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| I ain't lost the plot, I lost interest
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| In the everyday and I mean every day
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| On safari, in my head it's like a getaway
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| And it's never a dull moment
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| Livin' in my skull where anything can happen from one moment
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| To the next adventure
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| Till I'm bankrupt, hand-cuffed, or a wretch in dentures
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| [Chorus: Drapht]
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| Don Quixote, yo
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| Don Quixote, way-oh
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| Don Quixote, way-oh-oh-oh
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| See I've been tilting that windmill since I was born
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| The wind hits my sail and I'm gone
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| [Verse 3: Pressure]
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| Monday's a bitch at the factory, me and the drones
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| Someday I'll switch the gravity, keeping me prone
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| And escape is a nice thought, but dangerous type talk
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| When your manager may be a cyborg (There he is!)
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| I stay calm and acted all right (He touched my shoulder!)
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| He may plant a tracking device (Oh shit!)
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| He now knows the card in which I'm playin'
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| There he goes again downloading data from my brain
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| Suddenly there's a blackout, time to act and leave
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| Through the back unseen, avoid tractor beam
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| Don't wanna make trouble
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| So if I pace subtle I can make an escape to my space shuttle
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| Through a dark alley where gases are gatherin'
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| Avoiding the assassins of the Labyrinth
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| They say under these grounds there a grave in every paver
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| Sneak past the mounted surveillance with the lasers
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| To my time machine to a time already been
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| When my life was like a dream and I smiled at everything
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| Brushed a tracer off my back, accelerator flat
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| Man, I'm gone, no way I'm going back!
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| [Bridge: Drapht & Suffa]
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| I'm the D—O—N, see?
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| I live life like you D—O—N—T
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| And that's why they're filling with E—N—V—Y
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| 'Cause my life is the B—O—M—B
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| One more time, I'm the D—O—N, see?
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| I live life like you D—O—N—T
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| And that's why they're filling with E—N—V—Y
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| 'Cause my life is the B—O—M—B
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| It's a Don!
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| [Chorus (Extended): Drapht]
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| Don Quixote, yo
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| Don Quixote, way-oh
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| Don Quixote, way-oh-oh-oh
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| See I've been tilting that windmill since I was born
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| The wind hits my sail and I'm gone
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| Don Quixote, yo
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| Don Quixote, way-oh
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| Don Quixote, way-oh-oh-oh |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Don Quixote , by - Drapht. Song from the album Seven Mirrors, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп