| Okay, shout out to my nig' Robin Williams
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| Out there mobbin', I wish I was robbin' with ya'
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| Kama-kama-kamkazi copy up your picture with me
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| I know I know y’all can’t stop me, keep a copy copy nigga
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| Sitting at the kitchen table cutting copies for a living
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| Don’t get caught meditating when they coming up the building
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| Kundalini lovin' chopping up the ceiling
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| Promised I won’t go there but what a wonderful feeling
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| My comfort zone surrounded by lions, bound with temptation
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| While I’m sitting idle, I rule all you idols and blunts and then face ‘em
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| Pussy hanging out the edge of my face
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| Off the ledge, legs swangin', drug induced serenades
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| She probably drown off her own freaky thoughts in one day
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| If I ain’t call out her name, girl ain’t you due for a race?
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| I took a bite out her forbidden juicy juicy, knowledge drippin' down her petals
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| Threw my head back cause I’m due for some rain
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| So delightful, so delightful
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| I can see the whole world with my eyes closed
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| So delightful, so delightful
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| I can see the whole world with my eyes closed
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| So delightful, so delightful
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| I can see the whole world with my eyes closed
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| So delightful, so delightful
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| I can see the whole world with my eyes closed
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| Pull a trigger, kill a nigga, he a hero
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| 'Pac told me that when I was 7 years old
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| And I ain’t like you rappers tryna be the sequel
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| I’m tryna put a child of mine in God’s vagina
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| Honestly I’m like the urban dalai lama floatin' through the city
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| With a zipper some exotic, yeah I’m privy to the prophecy
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| I chuckle in my stomach, I’mma make you niggas vomit
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| I’mma make the whole planet reconsider where the sun is
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| J.I.D. |
| in the back if you wonder where the blunt is
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| Squids on attack, they just wrap you up for nothing
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| Appetite on a hunnid' and I’m feeding off my hunger
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| Don’t you ever call me conscious, bitch I’m always in pyjamas
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| I despise when a nigga show himself to be a coward
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| I be fried, but I never be the one to be devoured
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| Shorty sweared to god she loved me, til I toss her ass a towel
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| Like the ubers outside, wash your face before you bounce bitch
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| So delightful, so delightful
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| I can see the whole world with my eyes closed
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| So delightful, so delightful
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| I can see the whole world with my eyes closed
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| So delightful, so delightful
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| I can see the whole world with my eyes closed
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| So delightful, so delightful
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| I can see the whole world with my eyes closed
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| Somebody out there creeping
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| Whoa whoa, whoa whoa
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| Somebody out there lurking
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| Whoa whoa whoa, whoa whoa
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| Somebody out there creeping
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| Whoa whoa whoa, whoa whoa
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| Somebody out there lurking
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| Whoa whoa whoa, whoa whoa
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| I’m tryna keep my freedom
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| Whoa whoa whoa, whoa whoa
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| Somebody out there lurking
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| Whoa whoa whoa, whoa whoa
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| Somebody out there creepin
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| Whoa whoa whoa, whoa whoa
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| Y’all looking way too nervous
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| Whoa whoa whoa, whoa whoa
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| I’m tryna keep my freedom
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| Whoa whoa whoa, whoa whoa
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| Somebody out there lurking
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| Whoa whoa whoa, whoa whoa
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| Somebody out there creeping
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| Whoa whoa whoa, whoa whoa
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| Y’all looking way too nervous
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| Whoa whoa whoa, whoa whoa
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| I’m tryna keep my freedom |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thursday, artist - EarthGang. Album song Torba, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп