| No puedo dormir
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| Yo veo espíritu
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| (This ghost in my head, ghost in my head)
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| Heatmakerz
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| Crack Music
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| Capo
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| I think my critics need to hear this
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| Or anyone who doubts my political awareness
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| I’m what you call a democratic with an automatic
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| A rebel and a bezel when I just ordered the Patek
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| You could build a wall as tall as the sky (To the moon)
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| We all know the coke still go far from the sky
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| Papi had a room with a wall full of pies
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| This is America, baby, where we fall for the lies (Impeach the president)
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| We never had much, but we had us (Uh-uh)
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| And even when the bills didn’t add up
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| We cooked up coke and it was crills that we bagged up
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| We sold in broad day and police still didn’t bag us
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| I be ready to kill one of you MAGA’s (Fuckers)
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| Shit, I’m throwin' shots, man, you still throwin' daggers
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| And my thoughts on the legalization
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| And they tryna turn weed into a legal libation
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| Why won’t they legalize Haitians? |
| (Sak Pasé?)
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| And throw on the Cubans too
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| I told my jeweler he could throw on a Cuban too
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| Or bust down a Rollie, it’s frozen at two to two (West Side)
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| I took a private jet and you know where I flew the crew (LA)
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| Them coconut drinks that come with umbrellas in 'em
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| In the rain, we buy Rolls’s that come with umbrellas in 'em (Facts)
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| The transition, baby, that was the hardest part
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| Police pulled me over and they still ripped my car apart (Don't shoot)
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| So, I ain’t got to kneel just to stand with you (Uh-uh)
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| I was really in the field with them hand pistols (Facts)
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| I was really throwin' bullets like the Cap, huh, Cap, huh
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| (Nigga fuck around and get clapped)
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| I mean, uh
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| Shine a light on my feet, Lord, watch my steps
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| This ghost in my head, ghost in my head
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| Got the world after me but I can’t look back
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| This ghost in my head, ghost in my head
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| Life’s so short but the money’s so long
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| Drop-tops in the summertime, mink coats when it’s cold
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| But I’m cold every night (305)
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| Please Lord, hold me, hold me close (Yes)
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| Pushin' Phantoms, so they feel I’m preachin' propaganda
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| Say a prayer for my niggas or we light a candle
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| All the squares in your circle, time to change the channel
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| Or unplug the television 'cause this shit is mental (Huh)
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| My sneakers Chanel, Grim Reaper for real
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| I get beats from Pharrell, you should see how I live
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| Kids in Montessori school, logos in the pool
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| I done put in all my work, no longer holding tools
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| Look into my eyes, you can see the murders
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| Smell the kilos on me, now we flippin' burgers
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| Ride through the ghetto, look for shit to purchase
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| Do it for the fam, don’t forget your purpose
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| When you sellin' grams, then you just a merchant, nigga
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| When you sellin' grams, then you just a merchant
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| Eyes open wide, slither with a serpent (Woo)
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| Closed casket meaning God, close the curtains (This ghost in my head)
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| Meaning God, close the curtains (This ghost in my head)
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| Meaning God, close the curtains (This ghost in my head)
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| God, close the curtains (Ghost in my head)
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| Oh Lord
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| Shine a light on my feet, Lord, watch my steps
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| This ghost in my head, ghost in my head
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| Got the world after me but I can’t look back
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| This ghost in my head, ghost in my head
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| Shine a light on my feet, Lord, watch my steps
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| Ghost in my head, ghost in my head
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| Got the world after me but I can’t look back
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| Ghost in my head, ghost in my head |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song State of the Union , by - Jim Jones. Song from the album El Capo, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп