| Try and tell that to a dead man
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| In the red, man, stressed in the head, man
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| No bitch in the bed, yeah, I been there
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| Well let me try to steer you up here, Sabu
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| That’ll cheer you up, sad fool
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| You got kids that love you and if not? |
| (No)
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| You got a roof above you and if not? |
| (No)
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| You got two legs beneath you and if not? |
| (No)
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| At least you ain’t getting beat down and shot (Yup)
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| You still got a lot, a lil' spot, a lil' cot, a lil' pot
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| Tube socks, the dude on the block is sleepin' on two rocks
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| And you got more than him in that shoebox
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| You got a best friend and dude rocks
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| And it’s you your crew jocks
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| So load the jukebox and do a few shots
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| 'Cause you ain’t got a tombstone like 2Pac
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| Bless me with the sight of a satellite
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| I can’t always see from here
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| Can’t always see clear from down here
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| Bless me with the sight of a satellite
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| I can’t always see from here, the bigger picture disappears
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| (Freedom), shouldn’t be tooken for granted
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| Or in my opinion, you deserve a dick implanted
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| In your rectal hole and another in your cocksucker
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| 'Cause you a cocksucker, motherfucker
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| Motherfucker, motherfuckers like you
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| Ain’t motherfuckin' right, dude, I’ll fuckin' fight you
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| Shit, you can fall in love at any time
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| It don’t cost a dime, but being locked up is lost time
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| My homie Esham pointed out
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| The worst punishment for crime is when they fuck off your time
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| It’s worth more than anything, money, sex, love
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| All of the fuckin' above
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| The Dirtball’s a playground all the way around
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| Explore it and clown, and pray you stay around
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| So quit yelling, «Life sucks,» adore this
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| You’ll understand when you’re full of rigor mortis
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| Bless me with the sight of a satellite
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| I can’t always see from here
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| Can’t always see clear from down here
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| Bless me with the sight of a satellite
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| I can’t always see from here, the bigger picture disappears
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| Out here, we all Pac-Mans in a maze runnin' from ghouls (Every day I’m hustlin')
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| But like fools, we tend to overlook the privilege and the right
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| To be given this life
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| We focus on the bullshit and the strife
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| Shit ain’t always right, but what’s wrong? |
| A car line long
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| Much worse, a hearse
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| We ain’t better off in a coffin in some church
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| Or with Lurch in the morgue filleted like perch
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| (Life sucks), we’ve all sang that song 'til we heard the fat gong
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| Buried in a dirt nap lawn, like
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| Boy, was I wrong, that wasn’t that long
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| Let me go again and get my mack on
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| Realize the prize, recognize game and peep
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| And don’t be a lame sheep and don’t sleep
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| You got a lot to live for, think not and get more
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| Love life, it’s what the shit for
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| Bless me with the sight of a satellite
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| I can’t always see from here
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| Can’t always see clear from down here
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| Bless me with the sight of a satellite
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| I can’t always see from here, the bigger picture disappears
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| Bless me with the sight of a satellite
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| I can’t always see from here
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| Can’t always see clear from down here
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| Bless me with the sight of a satellite
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| I can’t always see from here, the bigger picture disappears
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| The bigger picture disappears
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| The bigger picture disappears
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| The bigger picture disappears
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| The bigger picture disappears
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| The bigger picture disappears
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| The bigger picture disappears
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| The bigger picture disappears
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| The bigger picture disappears
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| 665 (Fight back)
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| 665 (Fight back)
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| Fight back
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| Fight back (665) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Satellite, artist - Insane Clown Posse. Album song Fearless Fred Fury, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп