| Going nowhere fast
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| Going nowhere fast
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| Going nowhere fast
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| Going nowhere fast
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| Hey, ain’t this a damn shame?
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| I look down and see my phone ring, it’s my pops and I ain’t even tryna answer
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| «What's up my, son? |
| I ain’t even wanted that much
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| But how you doing, oh, tell how you been holding up
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| Fragile contents rolling, how life been handling ya?»
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| Bands stand, agile movements increase your stamina
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| I crack a smile just to stay inside parameters
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| Shit, I hope he picking up the luck inside my inflections
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| Cause lately life done got my spirit on a bench press
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| A ten strip a strength test, a journey to within quest
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| I’m pretty guarded on the particles I ingest
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| Keep the heartless and charlatans out from where I get dressed
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| But still I keep it all together like corn tortillas or Ving Rhames leathers
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| From big ass galaxies to Terrio sweaters
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| All a bit too familiar with stormy weathers so gon' and direct us
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| Going nowhere fast
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| Going nowhere fast
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| Going nowhere fast
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| Going nowhere fast
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| I been in the trenches
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| Bottom dollar tryna turn that bitch Olympic gymnasts
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| When you on the come up ain’t no coming to your senses
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| Young and struggling, ruthless and relentless
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| I been this for more than a minute
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| Unfortunately, really I’m more nigga than citizen
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| Love hoes with cake, she give a fork when you stick it in
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| Can’t fade, raw diggity in my city, it’s sickening on the literal sense
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| Killed the mood real quick
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| See, my life’s in plenty deaths so I always feel protected
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| No weapon formed to project will perform like you expect it
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| Cut off all my local hoes, I’m tryna get God pregnant
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| Cause all dogs go to Heaven
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| Pussy niggas get rejected over this way
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| The ghost of Rick James on mixtapes by the lame a mile away
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| We ain’t cut from the same Kinte
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| Making arangements that pay for when my kid’s kids lay
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| Grass hoppers and senseis gather round for the big bang
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| Going nowhere fast
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| Going nowhere fast
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| Going nowhere fast
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| Going nowhere fast
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| Aye man look I gotta make a quick stop right quick 'fore I go to Campbellton
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| man you know what I’m saying
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| You know what I’m saying, my partner sell dogs
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| Y’all nigga need a dog?
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| We got some pits, he got a pit, he got a, he got a, a, a blue nose
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| What he got? |
| I think it’s a tweety bird mixed with a motherfuckin' uh German
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| Shepherd
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| I gotta see what this look like
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| Let’s do it
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| He got the bite of a German Shepherd but the head of a tweety bird
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| Got to see him
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| Ah, let’s ride
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| Ugh, and we ridin' down…
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| Aye finna go to Campbellton on these niggas
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| Yo, yo, y’all niggas don’t know nothin' 'bout that |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nowhere Fast , by - EarthGang. Song from the album Rags - EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп