| I just turned down a Univision promo
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| Hell no
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| I live in slow mo
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| But sometimes I gotta lower the people’s elbow
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| Only promise was my name on a fat check
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| And travel to a beach where I could catch rays rather than catch wreck
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| I earned the type of rep Prep taught me at Aspects
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| Always teach babies in bassinets
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| My road be traveled mad less
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| Winding through forests and passed tents
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| Mountains, till they talk about me in the past tense
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| My blood be the A+
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| I didn’t know what Staten Island was 'til Wu-Tang and King Just
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| While I was playing duck hunt brothers were sitting ducks
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| So if I’m still breathing then i’m just dinged up
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| I got strong in the process
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| From sinning with the saints, kicking game with the prophets
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| Decided at the gate to keep my name out of gossip
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| I found that keeping faith prove fruitful
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| Muchos gracias
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| It be the refugeeeeeeeee!
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| Maybe I should write short stories and screenplays
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| It’s hard out here for a rapper, these days
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| First off, I ain’t never live in the PJs
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| Second off, I ain’t got no money for DJs
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| We got, PD (jake)
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| TD Jakes
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| We got, cats that barely ate
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| That’s why they belly ache
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| Ain’t no wonder why these charlatans half step
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| Throw em on the cover of a mag, ain’t nobody gon' fact check
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| I’m not into fashion
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| I claw to grasp greener pastures with a passion
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| That don’t involve any cash as it can’t fit in a casket
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| Well actually it can, just ask Christians that are Catholic
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| I go into class sick
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| I sperate the half full glasses from the classic
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| The case out of the basket
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| Bastards
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| It be the refugeeeeeeeee!
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| So beat from making records can’t believe I could still move
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| Pushing the borrowed wheels without insurance
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| Yo, Wolf is a cool dude
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| The city of LA seem foreign
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| Red is flamed out
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| Even though there’s blue flame
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| And most flame’s orange
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| I see the trees for the forest
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| My publicist is paying for it
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| She stay at odds with the blogs for the tourists
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| Who think they in the place to be, but not
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| Like bees at a florist
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| They D porous
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| I meddle in they affairs like they bears eating porridge
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| Won’t give they diamonds back, though they heard stories
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| Of folks wit diamonds on they back, like a stegosaurus
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| Or Arizona baseball snake
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| Winner take all, high stakes
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| Look like a fine day to fly away into divine grace
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| Muah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Refugee , by - Homeboy Sandman. Song from the album Hallways, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп