| You like Amar’e Stoudemire with dreads
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| Bobbleheads, chatterboxes flappin' but I got a lot 'em fed
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| Common head cold-level, minor setbacks, minor threats
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| To blockin' it’s kinda Steph, step back
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| Ya shit is not knockin' like the feds
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| Don’t get your head cracked lackin' common sense
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| On a whim I felt it, in mi casa you don’t got no wins
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| Just to match the losses I don’t have in your gym
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| Opposites attract opulence, the mud wouldn’t stick
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| The sun make it so my soul’s crumblin'
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| They dug it when they was young
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| More than one hole in one with no mulligan
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| Sellin' kids culture with death, circlin' like carrion
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| The more the merrier, phone got you livin' vicarious
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| I smell it 'cause it’s so hot
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| The veil lifts, the pain salient
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| Niggas started choppin' at the road blocks
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| As far as tracks, we goin' off
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| Brought the stroganoff beef, holy war
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| You know it’s not unique to your boy at all
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| It’s comin' out the teeth
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| Streets flooded like the pants weren’t touchin' the sneak
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| They rain dancin' on this, no, they stomp
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| On all accounts, paid the cost to see this far
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| I’m not on board with the board you try and lead me on
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| I’m pullin' strings, it’s time to let me off
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| The cook’ll send you
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| Protect your neck and don’t forget the heart
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| We upper echelon with it, that’s what they’re checkin' for
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| I’m givin' a fed a conch for them
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| I’m duckin' when the quiver launch missiles in the dark
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| Miss me with the glib remarks, switch hitta
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| Keep the innings long, nigga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 74 , by - Earl Sweatshirt. Song from the album FEET OF CLAY, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп