| I feel like a million in cash
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| Stashed in a duffle bag
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| Let’s runaway! |
| It’s in my DNA
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| & If I die today I’d be proud to get caught dead looking like this
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| Dressed for the job I want NOT the job I quit
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| And I quit giving a shit a long time ago
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| Self destructive but it’s my style though
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| Pheromone heavy it’s my style ho
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| It’s my style ho
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| It’s my style ho
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| Stashed in a duffle bag
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| Let’s runaway! |
| It’s in my DNA
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| & If I die today I’d be proud to get caught dead looking like this
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| I’ve never been considerate of my electro magnetic pulses
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| I’m a kamikaze rebel I sting when I touch so don’t feel insulted
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| I’ve never been considerate of my electro magnetic pulses
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| I’m a kamikaze rebel I sting when I touch so don’t feel insulted
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| At the end of the day it’s only against you
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| Play how you wanna play til' the game suspends you
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| I’m the piece of shit on the breakfast menu
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| Chew me up and spit me out in a burning venue
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| I’m attracted to the concept of burning alive
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| Barefoot in the pits of hell but I don’t wanna die
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| I wanna feel like how I’d feel if I could really fly
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| But I’ll settle for the bliss of a psilocybin high
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| Hi, wanna go for a ride on my coattails?
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| I’m the captain of sailboat with no sales
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| Red carpet chemtrails and drive thru drone strikes
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| Stealing the leading role in every movie ya don’t like
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| 3633 33rd ave
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| Sex, weed & yoga team that’s where we’re at!
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| This is our city, win or lose!
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| We’re not interested in fitting in with you
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| I’ve never been considerate of my electro magnetic pulses
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| I’m a kamikaze rebel I sting when I touch so don’t feel insulted
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| I’ve never been considerate of my electro magnetic pulses
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| I’m a kamikaze rebel I sting when I touch so don’t feel insulted
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| I never learned how to dance so I stand there and act
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| Like I’m going down on the devils girlfriend
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| It’s last call on earth all we got is the dirt
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| And our dirty bodies to flirt with until the world ends
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| So what you gonna do? |
| stock up on boxed food
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| And throw Molotov cocktails at cops too?
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| Might as well raise hell instead of toddlers
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| Believe your own bullshit and make it rain dollars
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| I wrote this verse to the rhythm of barking dogs
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| Freaking out the locals in a wal-mart parking lot
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| Mountain pose in my zone til security carts me off
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| Suck my shit eating grin until the party stops
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| 3633 33rd ave
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| Sex, weed & yoga team that’s where we’re at!
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| This is our city, win or lose!
|
| We’re not interested in fitting in with you
|
| I’ve never been considerate of my electro magnetic pulses
|
| I’m a kamikaze rebel I sting when I touch so don’t feel insulted
|
| I’ve never been considerate of my electro magnetic pulses
|
| I’m a kamikaze rebel I sting when I touch so don’t feel insulted
|
| I feel like a million in cash
|
| Stashed in a duffle bag
|
| Let’s runaway! |
| It’s in my DNA
|
| & If I die today I’d be proud to get caught dead looking like this
|
| Dressed for the job I want NOT the job I quit
|
| And I quit giving a shit a long time ago
|
| Self destructive but it’s my style though
|
| Pheromone heavy it’s my style ho
|
| It’s my style ho
|
| It’s my style ho
|
| I feel like a million in cash
|
| Stashed in a duffle bag
|
| Let’s runaway! |
| It’s in my DNA
|
| & If I die today I’d be proud to get caught dead looking like this |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 3633 , by - Ecid. Song from the album Pheromone Heavy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп