| It’s madness…
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| It’s tragic…
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| Went from a Jansport to a Louis bag
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| The young backpacker turned Samsonite Man
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| I sit in laugh out in Switzerland getting grams
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| Non-negotiable here’s a list of my demands, couple quoteables
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| I can’t even feel my hands, that’s what the dro will do
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| Still can’t wait to hit Japan, maybe Tokoyo, or Osaka
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| Another plane, and to say that I’m different would only make me the same
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| So I’m the same
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| As you, as one, let’s remain
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| Try to rearrange the human brain
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| And the heart that’s a start let’s provoke change
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| Fuck a gold chain, you stuck in the old days
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| Sounds funny don’t it
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| I’m so young and determined
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| Was young and hopeless
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| Cowboy, gun in my holster
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| Now I got my aim and I’m focused
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| One foot in the game, the other on Shields Ave
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| It’s tragic, living in a habitat of madness
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| Patty cake, patty cake, niggas bake and bag bricks
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| Keep a shooter like the Mavericks
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| Gotta keep a ruger when maneuvering through traffic
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| I don’t do nothing but rhyme
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| Give me a second bet you I can change the color of time
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| Just hit rewind, guarantee you it will free your fucking mind
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| Hope you lost…
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| All the places I go
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| Swear I’ve been here before
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| They ain’t seen what I’ve seen
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| They don’t know what I know
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| Free your mind
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| Hope you got yours cause I think I lost mine a long time ago
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| Black clouds follow wherever Santiago roll
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| A desperado, out on my own
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| Light another spliff, jot another poem
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| You’ll say I was right when I died
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| Just know I did it every day of my life
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| You know why cause I get paid just to say what I like
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| And get high, only dilemma is me making this flight
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| It’s my life
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| You don’t get to travel the world
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| Talk my shit
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| This shit is crazy
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| There’s nothing like it man |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Desperado , by - Fashawn. Song from the album Grizzly City 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп