| Why I feel like the past is catching up to my ass
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| Why I feel like the past is catching up to my ass
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| Why I feel like the past is catching up to my ass
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| Every day, me and Mary Jane
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| Why I feel like the past is catching up to my ass
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| Why I feel like the past is catching up to my ass
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| Why I feel like the past is catching up to my ass
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| Every day, me and Mary Jane
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| Every day, live it like it’s it for me
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| Black on black in time with my roots this is my ghetto symphony
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| Shout out to my fam and my homies, we making history
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| Never had a degree, but the streets made me a sicker breed
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| Every day another drug, experimental in my mental
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| Had to tone it down, I c-couldn't see without my liquid liquid
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| Had to learn how to balance life man, I can’t fucking stand it
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| Court fees, bought pleas, nigga where’s your fucking manners
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| How you hatin' on us, but claim the king of NY?
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| These niggas ain’t fit to be the king, go ask Jadakiss why
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| I’m in the lobby right now, 16:55
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| I got a bitch like Cardi B, bet that ass sittin' nice
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| Don’t gotta go to South Bronx to get your furious five
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| 40 ounce of malt liquor, joint stuffed with the pie
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| Boss nigga, best nigga, let y’all do deciding
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| Hot spitter, dead niggas, man we been through the wire
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| Somebody call 'em up and let 'em know I been doin' it
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| You’re not that inventive with that coloured hair you’re losing it
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| Imma everyday struggle 'til I get to the top
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| I study Em, BIG, Tech N9ne, 2Pac
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| Come to my crib unannounced I got a big t-tato pie
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| Hopped up 9. missing bodies in the f-fucking car lot
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| And when I’m mad, I get green like the Hulk
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| Til my brain goes pop and then them veins go po-po-po-pow
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| Introducing the Jamie Hewlett of rapper music
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| Influenced by Stanley Kubrick, exclusive for all my hooligans
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| Oh, we just recruit again, I can take your pre-(STIGE)
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| Peculiar with my Bs like Juice would be with his (Z)
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| Apostle like Meechy Darko, watch Ellington DJ (these)
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| If triple A could record again, Zion may be a (beast)
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| I promised y’all would hold it down, discipline when I (beef)
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| Disgruntled with all this frontal, tell Trav to chill with the (leaf)
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| My parents should know I love 'em, my momma locked in the grief
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| I finished this album up, but she barely able to speak
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| I uncle to everyone I put that on my future (please)
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| The sooner you see the picture, you defecate on belief
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| Living peaceful with keys, messiah with ganja trees
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| My confidence out the roof, and that done help me believe
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| Inglorious with them keys, no snortin I can’t agree
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| Living life like a king and there’s somethin' I’d rather be
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| Silence is the semi shooter s’always hit your siblings
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| Excuse me for the sibilance beginners study and listen
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| My only mission is to burn in hell and not in prison
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| That’s why I’m spitting shit that make Jesus question religion
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| This fan told me her parents said I sound like the devil
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| To me I sound like a poor black kid from the ghetto
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| Hello, my health declining I’m losing my mind my life’s deshining
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| Don’t know why I love violence, the sight of blood is so exciting
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| Grip the pistol, coke off a nipple
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| My brain fried, my memory sizzled, my hood is vicious, don’t get it twisted
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| They hog tied my grandmama and whipped my grandpa with pistols
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| That’s a fact, OG reefer hash wax
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| Motherfuck your platinum plaque, snakes eat rats
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| My cellie keep ringing ringing, think they got my phone tapped
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| Acid just like actavis on actavis, never pacifist
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| Pass the spliff, immaculate this is the return of Count Racula
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| Nothing scare me, I think my real mother is Bloody Mary
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| I met Virgin Mary and popped her cherry
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| My vision exquisite I see you clearly
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| I’m a Marilyn Manson greatest hits with a hint of 2Pacalypse
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| And I feed my dog gun powder, carve crucifx on hollow tips
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| I do not exist, all this weed why I need a therapist
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| Bitch, I’m a Marilyn Manson greatest hits with a hint of 2Pacalypse
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| And I feed my dog gun powder, carve crucifx on hollow tips
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| I do not exist, all this weed why I need a therapist
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| Why I feel like the past is catching up to my ass
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| Why I feel like the past is catching up to my ass
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| Why I feel like the past is catching up to my ass
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| Every day, me and Mary Jane
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| Why I feel like the past is catching up to my ass
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| Why I feel like the past is catching up to my ass
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| Why I feel like the past is catching up to my ass
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| Every day, me and Mary Jane |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Odyssey , by - Flatbush Zombies. Song from the album 3001: A Laced Odyssey, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп