| You know its naive on the boards all the way through yeah
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| (all the way through)
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| I don’t know how to start this shit man
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| I don’t know how to start anything man
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| Fuck it, it’s all good man, fuck it listen.
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| What, what, what.
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| Bonjour, sit down, time for the super-sized
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| Mon jour rinse out, live from the sewer pipes
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| Vibsing but who am I? |
| you decide I’m to mashed
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| To high, to alive, chewing life’s goulash
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| Spewing dry tooth back, the pukes beautiful
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| Spoons in a huge crucible, fumes in a doomed cubicle
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| Loose in a new. |
| argh, you know what fuck them bars man
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| I can come harder man listen, listen.
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| With a bag of my muses, the parasite snoozes
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| Who’s this swimming with the barrel eyed spook fish?
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| A bag of time oozes, the sludge of eternity
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| The juices incrust irreversibly
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| I scoop them up, use them as a glue to produce a rough
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| Human unskewed by the future that looms above
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| Puking up lunar dust. |
| argh you know what
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| Fuck that to listen, look.
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| Everybody’s rapping like there jamming in some Duke Nukem shoot 'em up
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| I’ve seen battered yats looking hapser then your crew of thugs
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| Loosen up, round me, everybody’s moving drugs
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| No need to get exited breh and hype it like its new to us
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| See I’m a honest man, stop your fam like «excuse me bruv
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| Is this your credibility? |
| I found it in the sewage cuz»
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| See I could never do enough. |
| agh fuck it wait
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| One more time listen, look, look.
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| Ain’t a dumb drippy yat tune on this one
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| Just 'nuff dripping axe wounds, hatched fumes slipped tongues
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| Sambuca, gin, rum, all of the above got me falling in it
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| Falling innit. |
| sort of like its love
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| See a lot of this was written in a office block in Angel
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| In between vomiting and koncking on the table
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| That fucking job was painful.
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| Oi fuck it who cares about that shit
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| Oi just bring the cuts back in fuck it
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| Dj Sugai.
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| Can’t be ased man, its rinse out Friday
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| And it’s actually Friday today, best believe
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| (yeah in half a hour I’ll be out in town bruv, straight up)
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| Hold tight everyone, hold tight my CP family
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| SMB, TT, everyone, and without further a due
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| Cut that. |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Attempted Intro , by - Jam Baxter. Song from the album Rinse Out Friday / Spack Out Monday, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп