| I’m the worse kinda, kinda thing
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| I’m alert, I’m a light, I’m alone
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| I was birth loud as fuck in the church
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| Kinda, kinda thing
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| Jesus Christ, I’m alive, I’m at large
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| I’m at risk, I’ma moving target
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| Kinda, kinda king
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| Tippy toes tall, living in the valley
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| In the moonlight searching for the peace
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| You gonna pile them up sevin in the ally
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| And we out here gunning, searching for the weaks
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| Throw a couple C’s by the creek damn
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| Rolling up a couple trees by the creek
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| Oh, I think them C’s about to leak
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| Apathy running rampant like the plague threw streets
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| Who would think that I would be questioning if I should own a piece
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| Caught a flat
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| Well a nigga headed to the bank at least
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| I think they got me too man
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| A nigga scared to speak
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| Home is temporary and the soul is everything
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| I just wanna take a break from southside up to my own all means
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| Don’t know how to appreciate what you have placed if you miss me
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| Sorry If it came up salivating or chasing finer things
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| But I’m trying to make my way cause greater pages ain’t the scene
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| I seen fruit flies flying overhead
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| The shit was sweet like a honeysuckle drip drip, dripping down my leg
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| I know you caught it
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| Baby you the one the equation has been done
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| I saw down the plane fly back from my tour out in France
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| No longer a question if I’m feeling you
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| My hands on your chest
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| One thing is clear
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| Orange slices, my tightness, your lightness
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| I’m ISIS, you’re my Osiris
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| Hardly ever share a climate
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| What time zone when you draw your own horizon
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| Once some crazy shit comes out into my psyche
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| You know I’ma kinda cute I drop bombs like the time in Nagasaki
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| My intellect find equivalent plus success can make a honest women start
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| repentin'
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| Shit
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| Never finish shit like a spoiled brat
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| I’ma replenish yeah I wanna another sip
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| Like a cast, I want another grip yeah
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| A cast I want another grip
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| Mhm
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| I’m down you down
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| Let’s bounce this whatever
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| Ohhh
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| I been hella patient so tell me baby (baby)
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| What’s it gonna be please
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| I’m high you high
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| Thank God for the fearless
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| Say you tired of waiting baby
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| Let me taste you baby
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| Lady nectarine (nectarine)
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| And I ain’t scared to admit
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| You make my thoughts think twice and forget
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| Soundbites like what Tyson would spit
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| Ricocheted threw my mind but the vibe from my grip
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| I’m usually aloof, loafing
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| No doubt smoking windows to my soul are broken
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| Self-destructive but no explosion
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| Macaulay Culkin but my hulk is Hogan
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| You don’t like me when I’m angry
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| And you don’t like to see me creeping
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| And I don’t like to see you weepin'
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| But I sees what sees cause I bes what I bes
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| But I A for the D’s and I O for the P’s and Q’s
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| You won’t believe what a dream can do
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| Put a feen in leisure suit
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| Try to cling to truth
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| Pretty fucking hard thing to do when the truth don’t agree with you
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| All I know, all I know
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| All I known are the bittersweet goodbyes and filberry lows
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| Hey let me take a sip of your soul
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| Let me wet my whistle I’ve been traveling for miles
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| Be a lil tipsy if you’re down
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| Maybe have me dripping out your mouth
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| Maybe have me lifting up your blouse
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| Maybe make a baby name him pronto and have him eating grits at my mom and ‘em
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| house
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| It’s whatever
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| I’m down you down
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| Let’s bounce this whatever (it whatever)
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| Ohhh
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| I been hella patient so tell me baby (baby)
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| What’s it gonna be
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| I’m down you down
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| Let’s bounce this whatever
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| Ohhh
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| I been hella patient so tell me baby (baby)
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| What’s it gonna be, please
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| I’m high you high
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| Thank God for the fearless
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| Say you tired of waiting baby
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| Let me taste you baby
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| Lady nectarine (nectarine) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lady Nectarine, artist - EarthGang. Album song Strays with Rabies, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп