| Yeah
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| Adjust the AC
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| Little man
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| Scurry on
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| Compelled to win
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| Caged birds seldom sing
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| That’s why I pick locks in my spare time
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| All my vultures excelled in sin
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| I couldn’t help but grin
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| When you crowned yourself a king
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| The singular tenant in the hornets nest that never felt a sting
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| The whole crew stank of stardom
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| Conversing in crewd new-fangled jargon
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| All that was left in the wake
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| Were the ethanol fumes and a strangled barman
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| Churn out worlds like I battery farm them
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| My life’s a perpetual act of arson
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| The very same serpents that bit my tongue
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| Now fill a deep grave in an abandoned garden
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| Small time villain to the core
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| Brain like a prisoner of war
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| Yeah, another bloodstained year
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| Another string of woman to ignore
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| It took me a while to absorb your blindness
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| Hatchback looking like a four door virus
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| Screetchin the tires as the customers twitch like
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| Jellyfish squished on the forecourt spineless
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| You can’t predict your future like that
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| Shoot that crimson moon and lie back
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| I was in the bits consuming my stash
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| Dealing with this bitch that puked in my lap
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| You are not part of a single movement I back
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| I ordered a brain and supersize that
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| Hit DMT on abandoned beaches
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| Got the skies all smashed to pieces
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| And when we all rereach the surface
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| We can sit and gass about who swam the deepest
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| I was in the wormholes catchin' reaches
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| Must’ve mistook your fam for leeches
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| Dr Benway digs in your chest like
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| «Fam I’ve lost count of this man’s diseases»
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| My breath reeks of a thousand things
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| Emerged from a thick green cloud of gin
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| Stashed pockets like walk-in closets
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| I never let a bouncer win
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| We had to explore your core
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| So we dug that scalpel in
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| Yeah, instant rebirth
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| Just add water to powdered skin
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| This Jam just got strange
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| I been yammin' on champignons
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| I saw your wet blood singing like a brand new ferrari crashed in your veins
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| A thick mist shrouded the wreckage
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| Skyline lookin' like a lit red lettuce
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| You can fill your face but make yourself scarce when the kid gets peckish
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| Spew your gas and watch 'em turn blue
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| Are you quite sure the world deserves you?
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| She was a smudge across my blurred view
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| I’m just tryin' to fuck the rest of her crew
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| The slurs that you heard about me weren’t true
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| Stretch these skies apart and burst through |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Soi 36, artist - Jam Baxter. Album song Mansion 38, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп