| Yeah
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| Nah, I can’t complain with them
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| (Ohh shit)
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| Brand new sneakers and a fat gold chain
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| We do the good cocaine
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| And we don’t feel no pain
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| So yo, we don’t complain
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| (ohh shit)
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| Everywhere I go people know my name
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| We got the money and fame (ha-ha)
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| And they don’t treat me the same (they don’t treat me the same, dog)
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| But yo, I don’t complain
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| (ohh shit)
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| Yo
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| Peckerwood status, live since Illmatic
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| Barnacle static like radical fanatic
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| Jump out the Benz with a semi-automatic
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| And rob all my friends like a fucking drug addict
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| Revolutionary, very necessary
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| You couldn’t bust a cherry
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| Fuck your commentary
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| I’m so legendary
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| Born to get rhymer
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| Youngsters act scary when they 'round the old timer
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| Like «Yes, sir. |
| No, sir. |
| Truly, it’s an honor»
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| Farmer of drama
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| Harvesting karma
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| Kamikaze die bomber on suicide mission
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| My mental condition 'bout to come to fruition
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| I’m all natural, no preservative
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| Style superlative
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| You don’t deserve to live
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| We never truly die
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| The God was never born
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| Tell your vision lies
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| And watch that murder porn
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| (ohh shit)
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| Brand new sneakers and a fat gold chain
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| We do the good cocaine
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| And we don’t feel no pain
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| So yo, we don’t complain
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| (ohh shit)
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| Everywhere I go people know my name
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| We got the money and fame
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| And they don’t treat me the same
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| But yo, I don’t complain
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| (ohh shit)
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| I smoke like Willie
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| Party like Waylon
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| Wilder than David Lee Roth from Van Halen
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| Batshit crazier than you’ll ever hear from Sarah Palin
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| Here’s to smooth sailin' on all these rough waters
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| Mothers love their sons, fathers love their daughters
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| All the things they give us and all the things they told us
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| The love that first made us and all the things that taught us
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| Like doing all the others
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| Loving all your brothers
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| (ohh shit)
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| And helping out your neighbours when they need a hand
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| But every woman solo went thru love like Paniolo
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| And it is hard to tell a woman sometimes from a man
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| (ohh shit)
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| So all the confusion and everybody’s losin'
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| Livin' fake lives up on Instagram
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| But everything is funny when you front for the money
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| While the devil executes his fucking masterplan, like
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| Brand new sneakers and a fat gold chain
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| We do the good cocaine
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| And we don’t feel no pain
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| So yo, we don’t complain
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| (ohh shit)
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| Everywhere I go people know my name
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| We got the money and fame
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| And they don’t treat me the same
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| But yo, I don’t complain |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Don't Complain , by - Everlast. Song from the album Whitey Ford's House of Pain, in the genre Иностранный рок