| Oh shit, you’re like Jeepers Creepers
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| Jesus Christ, look at his lips, they’re like leeches
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| I out preach the preachers with seamless speeches
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| Can see I’m just one of God’s heavenly creatures
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| From West Lon' to these golden beaches
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| Put a finishing touch like cream does to peaches
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| Your guns are needless, my words are ammo
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| All the trapping shit is giving me the hump like a camel
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| 1247 gigs, 62 countries, they said I wasn’t big
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| They said I wasn’t relevant
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| Now I’m standin' in the room like elephant
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| Leading by example but you can call me Elliot
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| Covid got me rhyming for the hell of it
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| Hip, house, rap, rave, always keep it elegant
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| Tryna stay alive, hope somebody teach me
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| Music game still fucked, R-I-P Avicii
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| You know I kick it when I bring it
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| Let me sing it for the night
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| And I be spittin' to the rhythm
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| While we trippin' in the sky
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| You’ll be giving it this
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| And I’ll be giving that
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| I always bring the magic
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| Pulling rabbits out of the hat
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| You get me spittin' to the rhythm
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| We’ll be trippin' in the sky
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| (Trip, trip, trippin') In the sky
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| (Trip, trip, trippin') In the sky (Ah)
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| Ayy
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| I was a rare variety
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| I tried to do it quietly
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| Show a different side to me
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| The side to me that wasn’t sayin' much about my particulars
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| Ridiculous, change the way I’m kissin' this
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| Hit and miss but then had a hit
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| I’m so typical, seldom self-critical, sarcastic git
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| So grit your teeth and grin and bare it
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| Give me a mic, a platform, watch me tear it to pieces
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| This thesis, I’m my own kind of species
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| And so what? |
| Kanye West thinks he’s Jesus
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| None ego-centric celebrity stamina
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| You see me show my middle finger straight to the camera
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| A hammerhead shark, on the 'gram, it gets dark
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| Smash it out the park and get Arya Starked
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| Hammer your head like «Bam, bam» when the grand slam
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| Flow be delivering like white van man in a van
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| And the humour’s dead pan
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| You’ve read the wrong plan
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| You’ve written your swan song
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| Your mum and dad, they should have used a condom
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| You ain’t right son
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| Getting off the Mark like I’m Ronson
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| You know I kick it when I bring it
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| Let me sing it for the night
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| And I be spittin' to the rhythm
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| While we trippin' in the sky
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| You’ll be giving it this
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| And I’ll be giving that
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| I always bring the magic
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| Pulling rabbits out of the hat
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| You get me spittin' to the rhythm
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| We’ll be trippin' in the sky
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| (We'll trip in) Th-th-th-the sky
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| (We'll trip, trip in) The sky |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trippin' in the Sky, artist - Example. Album song Some Nights Last for Days, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп