| Watch me do my thing, get
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| Lost into my scene, yeah
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| Hot like New Orleans in
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| Cosby crew and jeans, yeah
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| They’re not awakened, stare a lot and vacant
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| Living in conditions of the modern matrix
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| Only bare arms when I’m proper naked
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| Only point I made with a bullet was on paper
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| Ain’t here to fight some dude or fuck around with his spouse
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| Rather light your mood and burn it down with the house
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| Get you hyped from the groove on account of the bounce
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| And looking like Tom Cruise, up and down on a couch
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| Status never mattered ever, act however
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| Like Christine Aguilera, just let yourself go
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| Mad at Pressure, an endeavour that is better left
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| Pristine track and record to let you all know
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| That we would be kings even homeless
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| Building these kingdoms our own, just
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| Slap a rapper like Solange Knowles
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| Till they’re gathering, they no longer matter like a black hole
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| And it’s all good
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| And it’s all good
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| And it’s all good
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| And it’s all good
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| (One, two, three, four)
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| I feel like Bobby Fischer
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| Always four moves ahead of
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| My competition, listen
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| They ain’t gonna stop me ever
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| I feel as large as Biggie
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| Swear it could not get better
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| I feel in charge like Biggie
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| Wearing that Cosby Sweater
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| Wearing that Cosby Sweater
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| Wearing that Cosby Sweater
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| Wearing that Cosby Sweater
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| Wearing that Cosby Sweater
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| I’ma step up every chance when I rumble
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| They all call me champ of the jungle, it’s fitting
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| I’ma get drunk and dance like your uncle
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| 'Til I’m all hands like your uncle, I’m kidding
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| The venomous inventor, when I enter then it’s over
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| When I’m spitting venom I’m as generous as Oprah
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| You get a scar, you get a scar, you get a scar
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| Me? |
| Drunk in the back of a rental car
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| Pat Benatar, brah, love’s a battlefield
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| Here to get you out your seat like a battle drill
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| I’m in the saddle still, a little saddle sore
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| Smash you out the stratosphere, flashy as a matador
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| When I’m dressed like Theo’s dad
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| In a Coogi listening to Kool G Rap
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| I won’t beat around the bush like a seventies porn
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| I’ll make you wish that you’d never been born and it’s all good
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| And it’s all good
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| And it’s all good
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| And it’s all good
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| And it’s all good
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| (One, two, three, four)
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| I feel like Bobby Fischer
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| Always four moves ahead of
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| My competition, listen
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| They ain’t gonna stop me ever
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| I feel as large as Biggie
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| Swear it could not get better
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| I feel in charge like Biggie
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| Wearing that Cosby Sweater
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| Wearing that Cosby Sweater
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| Wearing that Cosby Sweater
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| Wearing that Cosby Sweater
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| Wearing that Cosby Sweater
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| Take a ride on the wild side of this alley
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| We can fire up the night like Prince Harry
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| Fuck the high life, we can vibe like
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| We got white lines hanging from behind like we’re just married
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| I’ll turn the art form into a blood sport
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| And make pea soup out of a pea-brain
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| They wanna run these streets like parkour?
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| I’d rather run these tracks like a steam train
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| (Like a steam train, like a steam train, like a steam train)
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| (One, two, three, four)
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| I feel like Bobby Fischer
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| Always four moves ahead of
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| My competition, listen
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| They ain’t gonna stop me ever
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| I feel as large as Biggie
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| Swear it could not get better
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| I feel in charge like Biggie
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| Wearing that Cosby Sweater
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| Wearing that Cosby Sweater
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| Wearing that Cosby Sweater
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| Wearing that Cosby Sweater
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| Wearing that Cosby Sweater
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| Wearing that Cosby Sweater
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| Wearing that Cosby Sweater |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cosby Sweater Restrung, artist - Hilltop Hoods. Album song Drinking From The Sun, Walking Under Stars Restrung, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп