| Yeah
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| Me, I just came here to shot him a G
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| Here, Bon Appetit
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| They all got their hands in your pockets for P
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| Why’d you all worship a model of me?
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| I thought we’d locked 'em up and…
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| I thought we’d swallowed the key
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| Your fat little features are waddling free
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| How tolerant can I possibly be?
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| I hate that reality smell
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| Arrogant cunt but I carry it well
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| If you did I still wanna bang her as well
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| It’s paradise back at mine mademoiselle
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| Damn… Entered a marriage from hell
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| I guess my foot must have shattered your shell
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| How many versions of you have you built in your bedroom and managed to package
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| and sell? |
| (None!)
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| But it’s minor days
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| Why you in a violent rage?
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| Follow that trail of saliva stains
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| And find the crew riding a tidal wave
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| That powder that swims inside your brain
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| That’s 98 percent lidocaine
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| I want a new chick I can drive insane
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| Fuck her in the driving rain
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| It’s the madness slithering in
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| He thinks we’re at the door listening in
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| He thinks we’re all in an alleyway painting a billion hideous pictures of him
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| He ain’t considered a king
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| I’m smearing that frog venom into my skin
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| Turn your back for a second we’ll down every drop of liquor you bring (Yeah!)
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| Yeah
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| And the weirdest part is I meant it
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| I tell 'em all fuck your lifestyle
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| I ain’t tryna build our friendship
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| Yeah I been up for a while now
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| Ain’t sure what I just ingested
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| You’ll still never catch me in any state, anywhere, anytime chatting that dead
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| shit cuz I’m gone
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| Gone
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| And you’ll think about me when I’m gone
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| Gone
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| Gone
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| Why’d you all think about me when I’m gone?
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| Gone
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| And you’ll think about me when I’m gone
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| Gone (gone)
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| Eh (eh)
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| (Yeah)
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| I’m my own boss and i’ll be that forever
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| Nobody’s screaming your name but your girl when she’s beefing you telling you I
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| pressed her better
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| Bruv it’s whatever
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| You’re under pressure
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| Work for that measly hourly tenner
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| But ever since I was a scatty little kid I’ve been a 2am headline sheller
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| Shush!
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| I’ll be raving when they’re all passed out
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| This week’s schedule
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| Tear more hearts out
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| Gassed up looking like a cartoon villain with your girl at my door yelling «wherefore art thou!»
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| That’s ours now
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| Blame your’s truly
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| You’re just like us but way more bookey
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| Your whole crews juicing the same four groupies
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| An allstar cast couldn’t save you movie
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| And when the floods come you best remember your place
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| Round of applause now that’s a new level of waste
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| City of venomous snakes and degenerates selling em H
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| I’ll be taking a chunk if you enter my space with that crumbling edible face
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| And the weirdest part is I meant it
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| I tell 'em all fuck your lifestyle
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| I ain’t tryna build our friendship
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| Yeah I been up for a while now
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| Ain’t sure what I just ingested
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| You’ll still never catch me in any state, anywhere, anytime chatting that dead
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| shit cuz I’m gone
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| Gone
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| And you’ll think about me when I’m gone
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| Gone
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| Gone
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| Why’d you all think about me when I’m gone?
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| Gone
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| And you’ll think about me when I’m gone
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| Gone (gone)
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| Eh (eh) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gone , by - Jam Baxter. Song from the album Touching Scenes, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп