| Ladies and gentlemen
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| I’d like to welcome everybody
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| Please take your seats
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| Please be seated
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| We have a great show lined up for everybody tonight
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| Special guest in the house tonight
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| Joe Budden, J. Cardim
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| Let’s…GO
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| A wise man said we all wear a mask
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| At times keepin it on is too much of a task
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| Your face on the net, and your life’s on blast
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| It might slip off, you gotta give me a pass
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| Sometimes I feel like a man again
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| But how they dress me don’t make me the man I am
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| Nah the woes dont hamper him
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| They just lookin' at the clothes on a mannequin
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| Look, look, look
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| I want the best cars and the best flow
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| I want the best broads thats how that go
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| [I mean I want to be a star and collect dough
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| But even if I had it all it’d be just for show]
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| I want the diamonds to make my neck glow
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| Lust for the next ho a love will never let go
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| I want to run along from my shortcomings
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| But I smoke so my breath gonna be short running
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| I want to be in control, hands on
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| If I’m the pilot then we will never land wrong
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| But I want to have faith, stayin' strong
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| Take the first step when I ain’t got a leg to stand on
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| I got a lot to give but I want more
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| With numb thoughts, positive but I’m unsure
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| On the misplace, getaway and its disarray
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| And yall don’t know the man just what he put on display
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| I’m too annoyed to cope, tryna make a livin
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| Given I dont think that being a dope boy is dope
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| Out of every story, only 2 end in glory
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| Who am I to think I’m different than every hustler before me?
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| If I took my anger, became a gangbanger
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| I would aim to aim my anger at every stranger
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| Shawty wanna leave, honestly I can’t blame her
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| Say the ones you love the most are always in the most danger
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| I talk a little slower so you have to hear
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| Dead man walkin, no tatted tears
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| Or realest to ever do it, cavalier
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| Hundred thousand dollar car, with rabbit ears
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| I don’t welcome change even if it help 'em gain
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| Fuck a handout, I’d rather be self contained
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| L.V. |
| everything, lookin' well arranged
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| Y’all would never know that I’m practicing self restraint
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| I been different, never mind I’m just indifferent
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| Ain’t an old timer that would blame it on a skin pigment
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| Is it my imagination or a slim figment?
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| Origins ig’nant, probably why im indignant
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| Look at haters like 'why is it an issue?'
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| Is it because I’m sober but I’m on a high they can’t get to?
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| God that was rid’culed fightin with his pride and his pit’ful
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| Guide I was lied as a kid too
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| Cursin' God out «why he decide to pick dude?»
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| I big bulls but when I try its abyssmal
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| Die and keepin everythin inside me a riddle
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| But they blinded by the condo size and it’s sick view
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| Whys, try and answer the whys
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| What good is havin eyes when everything you look at you despise? |
| [can
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| Anybody hear me?]
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| Or do you need ears when you dont believe anything you hear?
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| Maybe it’s just something in the air |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Clothes on a Mannequin , by - Joe Budden. Song from the album Escape Route, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп