| What have I got? |
| What? |
| To hide from the world?
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| When I gonna find any time to myself?
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| When I gonna get, what I want, what I need?
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| And I need to believe, stampede when I step
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| Sweat when you see me, cos the elephant stamps
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| Curse of a genie trapped in a lamp
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| Man on the move cos I broke it like hospice
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| More texts locked than high school lockers
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| (what) gonna do when you can’t just stop?
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| (what) gonna do when you can’t smoke rock?
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| (what) gonna do when you want your next shot?
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| (what) gonna do when you lose the plot?
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| (what?) Don’t look at me when you’re needing help
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| Can’t help when you have no belief in the world
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| Well don’t look at me when you need 'em
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| Dice 'em strapped like Afghans, I believe you lost
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| Bush raiding homes. |
| Bin Laden roams free
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| Was never here and nobody knows me
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| Nobody owes me a thing, fuck a hand
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| When a man’s got two, when I work, 'tis grand
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| Put your hands in the air if you feel the bass
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| Riders on the house, gonna kill the place
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| Until the name’s up, turn the page
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| No rules to my rage like fights in a cage
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| Never caving Arabian nights, fight
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| To the death in the land of the giants, signs
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| Signed with a kind of a twist, hypnotist
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| Hypnotised by the size of my fist. |
| If
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| Your name’s on my list in the blackened book
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| Endeavour to explore by the Captain Cook
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| Plea rapper shook, took more than a mob of Mafia
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| Try stop me doing my job
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| Don’t ever try stop me man
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| From taking it to the end
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| Never depend on helping hands
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| So never step within ten feet of me
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| Doing what I want to do
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| With my days, if you in my way
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| Be running through you and
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| I’ll leave you out late, what what what
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| So, what have I got? |
| Not much at all
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| One room and a bed for
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| What do I need? |
| For me to carry on
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| Do I fight till my fists are red raw?
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| What do I have to do
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| For you all just to understand?
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| While you living in Wonderland
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| I’m working for the upper hand
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| Say what?
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| What have I got?
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| Say what?
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| What have I got?
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| What have I got now? |
| The sound that I want
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| Open your mind like your head getting stomped
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| Open the door the biggest tank can find
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| Run one of a kind like Frankenstein
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| Outrank your time, our time will appear
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| Get a penthouse suite with a chandelier
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| Cans of beer fill the fridge and we live the life
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| Throwing chicks on the road, no kids, no wife
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| Till I’m older, hold 'em, till I wanna grow up
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| Spike the punchbowl, you wanna throw up?
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| Keep it down I’m trying focus
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| What you leave wetter than Super-Soakers
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| Hope you don’t wanna be the one that swings
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| Soon to be in charge like a son of a king
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| Soon to be on top of your Christmas list
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| Mr D-rapht can you picture this?
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| So, what have I got? |
| Not much at all
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| One room and a bed for
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| What do I need? |
| For me to carry on
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| Do I fight till my fists are red raw?
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| What do I have to do
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| For you all just to understand?
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| While you living in Wonderland
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| I’m working for the upper hand
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| Say what?
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| What have I got?
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| Say what?
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| What have I got?
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| What have I got to lose? |
| What have you got to gain?
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| Dance around the fire try to stop the rain
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| A shot of methadone won’t stop the pain
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| Of a broken heart caused by what’s her name
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| Spoken up her open arms open wide
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| And a door a kinda and I wanna go inside
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| Wanna break the lock, wanna take it all
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| Then I hear a little voice saying, «karma Paul»
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| What? |
| I didn’t want to do it anyway
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| Living by the pen and page like Hemingway
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| Many say what you want to hear, can’t fit in
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| Like fat men trying to drive, but can’t get in
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| Whoops. |
| What, yeah, you know what I mean
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| Quick beam me up Scotty like Jack and the beanstalk
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| Who me? |
| Nah why the hatred?
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| Only looked through the door, never knew she was naked
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| Never once ever, never
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| Knew she was naked I swear man
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| Whether you believe me, whatever
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| Never said that I cared man
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| If I did which I wouldn’t
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| It wouldn’t be me, I would have
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| Disguised myself so good
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| That I couldn’t be seen, wha-wha-what
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| What have I got?
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| So, what have I got? |
| Not much at all
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| One room and a bed for
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| What do I need? |
| For me to carry on
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| Do I fight till my fists are red raw
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| What do I have to do
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| For you all just to understand?
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| While you living in Wonderland
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| I’m working for the upper hand
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| Say what?
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| What have I got?
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| Say what?
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| What have I got?
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| What have I got? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song What Have I Got , by - Drapht. Song from the album Who Am I?, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп