| Daydreamin' in a night sky
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| The crazy mind of a nice guy, fuck is you?
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| My eye twitching, palm itching I need calamine
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| They don’t love you they just fake it, Valentine
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| Praying for peace in Palestine
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| But not even a Ghandi quote, Martin or Malcolm line
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| Can help you from the crossfire
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| My heart wired, don’t unplug me
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| Two or three, I was in a onesie watching Gumby
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| Like was the movie good? |
| I only caught the end
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| Off a stem my words cross, off the wind
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| I should the slickest nigga outta war petroleum
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| And I ain’t in the beef unless you mean Mongolian
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| Look out for me, I’m a sniper to a podium
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| Oakland, just in case they wanna know where homie from
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| Memory lane trips, tripping over a couple
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| Reading a play, my camera play over a huddle
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| Daydreaming in a night sky
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| The crazy mind of a nice guy, fuck is you?
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| Bet a slide on it like cool runners
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| Eyes slit like cucumbers
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| Now gettin' toasted is a part of life
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| Is what I’m doin' far from right?
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| Too much cargo carriet can’t carry it
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| My family matter like I’m married to Harriette
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| Forgive me doc, for see I have been on an island
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| By myself in these pair of boots that I’m hiking in
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| Frightening, tightroping the string of a violin
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| Knew I had it when Flintstones was vitamins
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| See in my game the umpire win
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| I’m just up with the vampires hustlin' for that tiger skin
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| Artists see themselves as a target, fuck it I’m rifling
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| Every rhyme is in my will with every line I die for them
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| I die for you goodbye to you, tranquilize, numb it some
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| Working with a legend while seeing others becoming one, its crazy
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| Another morning I’m waking up bothered
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| Try to tie it all together, I’m fixing my collar
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| Holla at me before I leave
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| Cause when I’m gone I only comeback for what I need
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| Try to converse, experience be the dialect
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| They’ll probly blame me for it, fuck it I accept
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| I see these papers lying on the desk
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| Couldn’t find the strength to climb, found me lying on the steps
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| Gotta keep my eyes out, gate open I’m flying west
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| Most that I can do is have them stuck to me like spider nets
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| Like state from me I ain’t tryna stress
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| All I do is try to rest, daily I’m just hunted by a lioness
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| I’m Klondikin' you polar bears in open air
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| My head hurt, no braids in my head
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| Walking on a castle bridge keep me from moat paddling
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| Bout to drop another tape, me and Rap both travelling
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| This shit crazy, everybody change around me
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| Including the one I thought never would
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| I’m never good, as I would like to be
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| So what they say about y’all?
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| Same nigga in the booth, same nigga that’s out it dog
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| This part’ll get ya, let me explain, what up Clarissa?
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| Good Golly miss molly, I buncha little Richards
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| Raspberry tea buzzing like barber clippers
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| About my books like spades and Coach Carter with us
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| Couldn’t catch my old shit, I’m throwing harder pitches
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| Well 9th, I guess we do know what Harvard get us
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| Modern day Martin still writing my speech
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| The tide’s low so I ride on the beach
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| Barely touching, I’m light on my feet
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| No Bay to Break cause I’m cyclin' streets
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| Jamla be the label I was born to
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| Don’t try to act like we ain’t warn you |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nice Guy , by - GQ. Song from the album Rated Oakland, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп