| Oh, here’s a story for you
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| Two chickens walking down the street
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| It’s actually one chicken
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| One chicken walks down the street
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| Looks across the road to another chicken, he sees an older chicken Much more
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| plump than he’s used to
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| And the other chicken goes
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| «Hey, what’s up? |
| Yo»
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| What the deal with young chickens?
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| I want an older chicken who knows that grown business, you know?
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| I’m narcissistic, look at me
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| I’m a artist EBT
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| Couldn’t help the fact I’m starving for that MTV
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| And a deal, but a 360 one at that
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| But it’d be pretty shitty, I’d be sitting pretty where I’m at
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| Pay my rent and I’ll sell you my soul
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| If you could please just trade it for a french bread roll
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| I’m fucking starving, look at me
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| Now, dear labels, can’t you see?
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| I’m the one that fucking bleeds tears and sweats every day of the week
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| Now, look at me
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| I won’t write you a fucking pop song
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| But I’ll write you a analytical thesis about your mom, and why she’s a great
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| woman
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| Look at me
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| I want it more than anything else than I could ever fucking be
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| Look at me
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| Now look at me
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| I can kinda play piano but, but not really
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| Look at me, look at me, look at me
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| Look at me, look at me, I’m all right
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| Right?
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| Please, look at me, look at me, look at me
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| Look at me, I’m all right
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| Dear labels, uh
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| But on a day that’s not so far
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| You’re gonna hear me whether you like it or not
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| On a day that’s not so far
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| You’re gonna hear me whether you like it or not, whether you like it or not
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| 'Cause, 'cause I’m 2016 Fat Joe, who just did seven and a half years of
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| straight cardio
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| I’m rap game’s House, except I’m not a fucking doctor though
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| Wow!
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| Tell them labels I’m everything they’d ever want
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| If all they want is a rapper that calls his mom daily
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| Just to see what’s going on, 'cause he misses her
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| And she misses her baby
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| Please help me
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| Please help me buy my mom a house that I can go to every fucking weekend
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| Please, please, please help me buy my mom a house that I can go to every
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| fucking weekend
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| I’m an artist with a certain special something, and that something makes me
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| really, really sad because of nothing
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| I’m an artist with a certain special something, and that something makes me
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| really, really sad because of nothing
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| I’m an artist with a certain special something, and that something makes me
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| really, really sad because of nothing
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| I’m an artist with a certain special something, and that something makes me
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| really, really sad because of nothing
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| I’m an artist with a certain special something, and that something makes me
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| really, really sad because of nothing |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dear Labels , by - Hobo Johnson. Song from the album The Rise of Hobo Johnson, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп