| Let me figure what it stand for I used to be vegan
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| Now every piece of chicken that I see it I’m eatin
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| Every piece of puss I got I used to try keeping
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| That just ended yesterday, wattup wit this weekend?
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| Then I nevered talked about race while speaking
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| Hmm, about face now i’m black and puerto rican
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| No porn 'cause it degrades women, made my mind up
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| But fell off, now I get off on chicks that’s tied up
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| What i’m gonna do next is anyone’s guess
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| This lot of inside me that i’m trying to suppress
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| 'Bout to call a code red from the unrest
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| That explains why I always live in sublets
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| One thing is for certain I ain’t taking no meds
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| My jacket’s inside out 'cause I don’t root for the Mets
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| I be practicing restraint at certain moments
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| Other times I turn around like fuck it go ahead
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| I have always been the one for trying my best
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| But I ain’t never been the one for holding my breath
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| Rather just dive in since I’m not afraid of depths
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| Might as well bug out since I’m not afraid of death
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| Seems like motherfuckers be so afraid of life
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| So afraid of being wrong
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| So concerned with being right
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| Personally i’m concerned with living life greater
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| Fuck if i’m wrong i’ll correct this shit later
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| In the mean time I’ma gather my data
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| Have it my way like if I’s a dictator
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| Nevermind Christ or St. Magdalena
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| This is real life, not flight simulator
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| Maybe instead of play it by year
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| I should tone it down a bit and play it by ear
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| Time to take the training wheels off the bicycle
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| Start being focused
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| Stop being fickle
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| But see I’m God body down to every particle
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| So I could pop shit like a _____ pop pimple
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| And I am not afraid that I’ll wind up in a pickle
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| Or if I’ll get hurt, matter fact it kinda tickle
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| Bring the pain, I’m keep it plain and simple
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| I’m trying to have a reign, I ain’t trying to have trickle
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| I ain’t worried 'bout a dime, I ain’t worried 'bout a nickel
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| Or trial by fire, I’m defiant on principle
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| You ain’t seen a muthafucka like I
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| Nothing that could pay off that a _______ won’t try
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| I’m doing what I wanna for the rest of my life
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| Everything gon' work out as long as I don’t lie
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| So I’m walking through the dark with no lights
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| On an empty highway in the fog with no brights
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| Salesmen you could keep the bullshit, that I don’t buy
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| I don’t really sweat the minutes as they go by
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| Trying to decide when you gon' die?
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| Sorry homeboy, no dice, no di
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| That’s a whole pie of cheese pizza in the sky
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| Death is gon' catch ya like catcher in the rye
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| Might come next month or next week
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| So I proceed as if I’m dead meat
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| Warming up my forehead from the red beam
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| Every morn I wake up with a wet dream
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| Nothing I do’s embarrassing to me
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| These are all facts not facsimile
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| Sinking or swim, it’s all action to me
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| It’s just activity |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Activity , by - Homeboy Sandman. Song from the album Hallways, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп