| Yeah, wah gwaan brudda?
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| Time to hustle for the money, give the change to your mother
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| Change them sheets, you got stains on the cover
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| Better look sharp, now your face on the cover
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| Like a chameleon, see a change in your color
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| Crabs in the barrel wanna hate on each other
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| So my life gets better, whatever the weather
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| I dance in the rain and I bathe in summer
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| It’s the black Corleone in the button-up shirt
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| Before we take off you better buckle up first
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| Fresher than the President, psychedelics got me in my element
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| All negativity, that’s irrelevant
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| Amber Leaf or ganja leaf, I back strap when I wrap the sheets
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| Now I feel to go for a drive so I grab my keys
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| Shades on, roof down, tryna catch a breeze
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| Ridin' 'round the hood, got the Devil in my ear
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| Can you smell that? |
| Smells like jealousy in the air
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| Don’t know who they’re tryna scare
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| Looked at the man in the mirror, that’s the only enemy that I fear
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| A zombie knows who to frighten
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| Just know I love the action but I move in silence
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| And, right now, I’m just takin' what’s mine 'till Elizabeth returns to diamonds
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| Wah gwaan brudda?
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| Time to hustle for the money, give the change to your mother
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| Change them sheets, you got stains on the cover
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| Better look sharp, now your face on the cover
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| Tryna be the boss of life, gets tougher
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| I hope you’re ready for the truth that you’re gonna discover
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| Always gonna be a Judas at the Last Supper
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| Stay woke, it’s a rocky road on the come-up
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| I take the shots like Scorsese
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| More money, more problems and more ladies
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| Everyday somebody die, still, mothers give birth to more babies
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| The Earth spins, the world gets more crazy
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| You gotta have a suit for the christening
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| A suit for the wedding and a suit for the court case
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| Probably wear the same suit to the funeral
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| Tryna see the bigger picture, man it’s bigger than the portrait
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| Bigger than me, no, you can’t fight of your demons with vitamin C
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| Have to open your mind, use your vision and see
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| Keep your eyes on the prize so vigilantly
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| Love how you live, remember the world, full of expensive shit
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| Can’t forget the poor 'cause you’re friends with the rich
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| Stay true to the mold, I ain’t ever gonna switch
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| Yeah, yeah-yeah, wah gwaan brudda?
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| Time to hustle for the money, give the change to your mother
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| Change them sheets, you got stains on the cover
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| Better look sharp, now your face on the cover
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| Hm, who’s that pressin' on the buzzer?
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| Better check the camera, you don’t wanna get stuck up
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| You listen close, you can hear death around the corner
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| One wrong move and we’re all gonna suffer
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| Ah, yes, ooh, yeah
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| And take it, and lose it, ooh, yeah
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| And take it, and lose it, ooh, yeah
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| And take it, and lose it, ooh, yeah
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| And take it, and lose it, and take it, ah
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| How far brudda?
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| Time to hustle for the money, give the change to your mother
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| Change them sheets, you got stains on the cover
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| Better look sharp, now your face on the cover |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song How Far? , by - Gorillaz. Song from the album Song Machine, Season One: Strange Timez, in the genre Инди