| Time and space wrinkles
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| It gets deeper than my face wrinkles
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| So many time zones, time slows 'til I’m a dinosaur
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| With my name all around the connoisseur tonsils
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| I’ve taken everything this city has to give at last
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| All that’s left to do is hibernate and build muscle mass
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| This shit’s like living in a fuckin cave
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| This shit’s like living in a fuckin cage
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| You could leave me out of your loop
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| Black, brown, poor, I’m not trying to be part of your group
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| So save the lecture and the swearing
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| Cause I don’t care about how you feel about me not caring
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| The magic of my maturation
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| All the ign’ance just figments of my imagination
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| I represent the ascent from suspended animation
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| Sun
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| YOU SEEN 'EM ON THEY WAY UP
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| AND START BELIEVING THEY HOT
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| BUT THAT DON’T MEAN THAT THEY US
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| I SEEN IT ALL IN THEY EYES
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| YOU SEEN 'EM ON THEY WAY UP
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| AND START BELIEVING THEY HOT
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| BUT THAT DON’T MEAN THAT THEY US
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| I SEEN IT ALL IN THEY EYES
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| I SEEN IT ALL IN THEY EYES
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| Instead of being in witness protection
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| I’m in abundance or my budding skully collection
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| In pajamas at jobs that I don’t juggle
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| When there’s trouble I go to the no huddle
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| You wouldn’t be the first to try and burst my bubble
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| But I’m still in the clouds just like the bear that sells Snuggle
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| Except the bear is in a Bear bubble
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| Peep the bear
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| Pair of supple breasts on his beard stubble
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| I stay in the zone
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| I don’t swim with sharks
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| I float and they’re just smart enough to leave me alone
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| I used to be the one that wanted people’s hands to clap
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| People all up on me like I sat in front the transit map
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| Now I keep it low key like a baritone
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| Remind me of the time I got some pussy while my parents home
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| Just trying to get a nut and go unnoticed
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| Anything beyond that is a bonus
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| Do what I gots ta
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| Like to send a shout out to my Instagram imposter
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| Being a faker is nothing to get props for
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| At least you’re not a fake ass mobster
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| At least you’re not a fake ass poser
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| Fake ass posture
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| «Buffalo soldier, dreadlock Rasta
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| Heart of America»
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| Set up on the ventricles
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| Laid up on the atrium
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| Hop up off the testicles
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| I give thanks
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| The glass isn’t half empty or half full
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| It’s all drank
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| A lesson to the fast women
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| Sosa’s waiting in the lab
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| Don’t be waiting 'til the last minute
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| Pocket mad mints at the bistro
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| The sargeant ran prints right after the freak show
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| After we ran sprints, I always hit the free throw
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| I’m Boy Sand, sweetie |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Eyes, artist - Homeboy Sandman. Album song Kindness for Weakness, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп