| Turn the beat up
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| Uhhh
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| The trip’s going bad, I’m seeing dead bodies and shit uhh
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| Voices inside… my… head…
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| Alright
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| Aye
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| We been out here grinding
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| Staying alive, tryna find it
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| Looking for a rustic diamond, I’m going mining
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| The all seeing, I’m the highest of all time
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| They be offside 'til I put that pistol to your iris
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| Wilding
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| I been out here acting super childish
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| I been sticking dick in her mouth and all my admirers
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| I been kicking shit like missed her at Mr Miya-ha-ha
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| Laughing at these niggas I can’t figure out the problem
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| Know I got investors and a couple more proprietors
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| Willing to make killing if somebody make the offer
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| I think I have to choose the coffin over the altar
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| She Overwatching like she Sombra I go Geralt her
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| Out here on my nino brown shit building The Carter
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| The only thing a bitch could give me, almost a daughter
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| The only thing these niggas wish upon me is a slaughter
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| Go after, kill your baby momma, call up adoption
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| Yo
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| Too live for peace to grow out
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| Now who writes more sheesh than grim (who the fuck)
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| The popular plague that they’ll never know about (they know about)
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| I’m the reason they migrate to the end
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| There’s a hold on funds, deposit if I’m making all the knot
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| Cold or on ground, we staying tall but they small and shot
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| More hot mounds, I feed the town and make the bodies drop (bodies drop)
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| To them it’s the cold, cold end
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| For cold I stand out fresh, easy to fear now
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| So much green I seen, even my ears loud
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| Know my noise by sight, division clear now (clear now)
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| I speak with the ink, bled from my pen
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| Flyer than a flyer for a show I ain’t get
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| The sit and go, could make a living off of shitting on shit
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| I be flirting with shit I shouldn’t
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| Addicted to risking any and everything I’m better when I’m dying of risk
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| It’s fortunate solitude isn’t promised as a plaque
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| My chances of killing someone get stronger every track
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| The pressure that can form is slowly draining on my clarity
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| I’m barely hanging on to my sanity and it’s sad
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| Yeah
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| Wishful thinking isn’t present here
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| Clever but stupid there’s nothing better
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| Fortunate that being the presence of what I’ll never wear
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| I’m smart enough to see the letter
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| Yeah |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Oddly Enough, artist - Chuuwee. Album song The Tip Of A Tab (PO+), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп