| Bad news
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| Phone call 'em
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| So-called
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| In my zone, tryna write a song, tryna masterpiece
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| Dressing up for casualties, R.I.P
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| Penny T’s, R.I.P Pendergrass, teddy bears in the street
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| I can barely bear to be a better me
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| Best believe, Momma own last first
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| Best worst enemy
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| Oh Lord
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| Old Ford, Old Dodge, old dude, hodge podge
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| Hot porridge in the soles of my feet
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| Shout out to Soulo, 47 killing souls for free
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| Empty-handed Moss and the kids pissing on my knee
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| Hold on, gotta breathe
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| Ok, funny how laughing hard make you crazy
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| Crazy how crying soft make you nervous
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| It’s nerve-racking that the people that they said blooda' purchased was
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| brainwashed to feel the most worthless
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| Bad news
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| Phone call 'em
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| So-called
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| In my zone, tryna write a song, tryna masterpiece
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| Bad news
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| Phone call 'em
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| So-called
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| In my zone, tryna write a song, tryna masterpiece
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| Fresh out of filter tips
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| Guess I’ll just use this
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| Fresh out of filter tips
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| Guess I’ll just use this
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| Fresh out of filter tips
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| Guess I’ll just use this
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| Bad news
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| Phone call 'em
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| So-called
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| In my zone, tryna write a song, tryna masterpiece
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| Bad news
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| Phone call 'em
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| So-called
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| In my zone, tryna write a song, tryna masterpiece
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| Years fly by with you
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| Maybe that’s a good thing, maybe I done found me a good thing
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| Bird’s eye high with you
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| Got him seeing new things, think I might’ve found the other shoestring
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| That was corny but you laughed always do
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| When I’m with you, I can’t even hear things
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| It’s like I’m at the bottom of a rosy pool
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| I just wanna be here for a couple days
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| I just wanna «Hi babe»
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| I can’t even think straight
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| Now I’m late with replays
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| Every day’s another hour
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| Every hour’s just a minute
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| Every minute I don’t see you, I can see the phrase
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| I know it’s driving you away
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| And girl, it’s driving me insane
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| Standing under waterfalls calling you
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| Always gotta struggle with the follow through
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| It’s my fault, it’s not on you
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| It’s my fault, it’s not on you
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| I’m just here to drop off
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| Cuz I’m so anti and you so let’s try
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| And we just might’ve hit the drop off
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| But if you don’t mind, hope we this one time 'fore we just fall and get our
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| rocks off
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| Plus you know I don’t fuck with the locks off
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| Usually, I don’t fuck with the socks off
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| Never that, never trust, not the knock offs
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| It’s too much, it’s too much, girl to hop off
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| Cuz karma could give a fuck what you fin' to or intend to, what your friends do
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| Reach for the end, so pass me the hot sauce
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| Fresh out of filter tips
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| Hoping this won’t hurt a bit
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| Tell the angels you deserve a lift |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Masturpeace , by - EarthGang. Song from the album Strays with Rabies, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп