| That feeling
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| That feeling
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| Woke up from a nightmare
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| Twice before the sun rose
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| Every time I write it’s laundry day the way it unfolds
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| Pieced up, sneaking through a crowd
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| That’s when he unload on innocence
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| Hole in heart bigger than Pun clothes
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| Living with a different calling
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| Police at front doors
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| Banging more than colors
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| Rainbows, can’t jump those
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| Wish that I could talk to Rosa
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| Maybe have some blunts rolled
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| She could tell me how it really feel to sit in front rows
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| Made from a different cloth
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| Why we need to stunt clothes?
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| Last time he seen his daughter she was just a month old
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| I feel for 'Tone, probably why I’m scared to have my own
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| Family only matter, when the television’s on
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| It’s hella kids grown, childhood abandonment
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| News tell us anything, never been a fan of it
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| I don’t sell dope but everyone around me does
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| Hardly wear red but everyone around me blood, huh
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| Talking to a youngster on the street
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| Asking for a couple dollars just so he can eat
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| I probably would’ve gave him some if I had it
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| I mean, I got a 20 on me, but I need it for my habit
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| The rabbit try to run game, especially on a tortoise
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| Layaway, mama-way, just say she can’t afford this
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| 2:28 she still thankful what the stork sent
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| Try to see but they don’t, Mr. walk-and-talk it
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| Need a pick-me-up, Long Island or a forklift
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| Life a game, devil tryna convince me to forfeit
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Peep It, Ay
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| Was in a lodge for weeks
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| Had a dream Martin hit the weed, hit the podium, and then forgot his speech
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| Ain’t talking Houston when I say I’m where the rockets reach
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| Walking 'round with my chest out like it’s a topless beach
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| Thoughts in my head I do not release
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| When they finally get it they listen like when Obama speak
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| You know its bad to turn your work in when it’s not complete
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| That’s how I see you niggas, weak as fuck, why compete?
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| Let me rock this beat easier than college freaks
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| Use to run through lifestyles I was Robin Leach
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| Said they kings, nigga sold his only Polynice
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| Was turf dancing in Steve Madden’s and Wallaby’s
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| I took it back with that, free Jack, I heard he home
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| Got that Watson flesh with some birdie bones
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| In any hood I’m Jim Boheim, I’m learning zone
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| I’m going in like I got pulled over with dirty chrome
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| I had curve and chrome, coke had me drinking Goose
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| Will bout as high as an alley that I was throwing duece
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| In high school I needed suit and long chain
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| Eastmont ain’t been the same since the mall changed
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| That’s a random fact but fuck it, let me vent a few
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| Only time a good year for you is when a blimp done flew
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| So high I’m driving with my hands at 10 and 2
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| Money in the ceiling, my bad I had to win for loot
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| Ya dig? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Laundry Day , by - GQ. Song from the album E 14th, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп