| All I really wanna do is chill, now you know the deal
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| Pop another motherfuckin pill, careful how you feel
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| Careful how you feel
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| It was a dream to smoke doobies on stage with Louis C. K
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| Louis C. K
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| Now I can’t look at his face without thinking about all the groupies he raped
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| What about the movies he made?
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| Hey you talking Studio A, well Julio say he saw him takin his pants off and
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| cummin in Julia’s face
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| Hollywood cray you’d probably say
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| You’d probably say
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| Wake up at noon and pop Molly all day
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| Went on a trip down to Boli in Spain
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| When I came back it was prolly May
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| When I went back it was Saudi Arabia
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| Boston, Ukraine, Bosnia
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| All they want all of my party away
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| Yeah, I’m doin I’m doin I’m doin
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| Came in the game then ruined it
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| Moved to Vancouver and I feel like I’m ludicrous
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| All that these bitches around me are stewardess cuz they’re so fly
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| And I’m so rude with it I don’t know why
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| I don’t comply, I don’t reply
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| I don’t care who it is I just yell Bye!
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| Bye!
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| Emptied out my liquor cabinet
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| Sweatin tryin to kick the habit
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| Runnin round the room drippin liquid acid
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| Then I never cared about a Christmas Package
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| I’m the only presence needed in this rap and this is Eazy Mac
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| Mix it for me Fanta with the Codeine potion
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| Holy moly Nigel!
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| Music for the lyrically impaired
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| First they couldn’t hear me now they’re here
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| Hi!
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| Then they couldn’t see me now they stare
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| Hi!
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| Now they wanna be me now it’s weird
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| Now they wanna yeah
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| Now they wanna treat me like I’m rare
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| Now they wanna yeah
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| Now they wanna keep me in the air
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| Now they wanna yeah
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| Now they wanna heat me til I flare
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| Woo!
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| Slick Rick the ruler
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| Wrist is cooler
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| Bars like prison rooms
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| Under influenced
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| Listen to me
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| Watch my dreams and wish come true
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| Or is this a business move
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| I might fuck around and pull up in a 'Rari
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| Skert skert skert
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| Ex bitch tellin me she’s sorry
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| Sure sure sure
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| Next bitch wanna play Atari
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| Er er er
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| Only give a fuck about the party
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| Yeah
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| Hi, on today’s show we’re talking about dead beat dads
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| Our first guest, Eazy Mac!
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| Boooo!
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| So Eazy, why don’t you think you’re the father? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Music for the Lyrically Impaired , by - Eazy Mac. Song from the album Music for the Lyrically Impaired, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп