| Who are you running from, man?
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| What have you got to hide, man?
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| Ah
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| Who are you kidding? |
| Your whole crew rollin' out of a clown car
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| Jokers are outlawed rollin' up in my town, son
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| Being the loudest, it doesn’t matter where I’m from
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| Grounded, hands down, packin' hits like I’m Southport
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| Hearin' the sound of siren’s firin', fireman
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| Runnin' up in the buildin' when we’re buildin'
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| No inflated egos, no Wilson
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| This is my island, no Lord of the Flies, no room for children
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| Human shield, I’m runnin' from a million
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| Reptilians, are you feelin' this? |
| Like Brazilian wax
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| Your girl was feelin' this, peelin' your head right back, back
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| Back with the realness, die for this shit like Elvis
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| Got somethin' to tell them faces are meldin' the beat
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| Got you feelin' complete like I was Sheldon’s girlfriend
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| Self-inflicted, sickened mastermind
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| You can’t mess with my starting five, so what is the problem?
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| Whatever is the problem, Norman?
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| Ain’t you seen a city filled full of orphans?
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| Whatever is the problem, Norman?
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| Ain’t you seen a city filled with dark horses before, man?
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| What is the problem, Norman?
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| You seem a little off, a little nauseous
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| Like raucous, fame, fortune
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| And the beautiful distortion, yo, what is the problem?
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| Have the original David Bowie
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| Sing you a song for just three dollars
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| Just three dollars, man
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| Here we go
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| Who are you running from, man?
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| What have you got to hide, man?
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| Ayy
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| You want some more medicine, maybe?
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| Want to feel better than those base level basics?
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| Chasin' the fire, ridin' a mountain lion
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| Sippin' on the am I alive?
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| ‘Cause there’s psychedelic spiders in the toilet bowl
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| I’m hearin' Siri in the forest sayin', «Paul, go fuck yourself»
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| Now you maybe understand why I buried her
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| Same shit, different day, like I owned America
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| The radio, it needs a miracle
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| Your corny waves are blowin' harder than that Kenny G Jericho
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| But I’m eternal, can’t bury Paul
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| You got more chance askin' Cara Delevingne to marry you
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| Let it all fall apart with your memory
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| Now I got them atheists talkin' about the energy
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| But, yeah, you got it all together, if you say so
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| I’m with San Diego sippin' up on the Pedro
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| I am the medicine man
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| You want a little help, the medicine can
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| Have another couple, let’s dance
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| Ha ha ha, I am the medicine man
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| You want a little help, the medicine can
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| Have another couple, let’s dance
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| Whatever is the problem, Norman?
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| Ain’t you seen a city filled full of orphans?
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| Whatever is the problem, Norman?
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| Ain’t you seen a city filled with dark horses before, man?
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| What is the problem, Norman?
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| You seem a little off, a little nauseous
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| Like raucous, fame, fortune
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| And the beautiful distortion, yo, what is the problem?
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| Yo, what is the problem? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song What's the Problem Norman , by - Drapht. Song from the album Arabella Street, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп