| These are the only child blues
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| The only child blues
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| The only child who? |
| yo yo yo
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| Back once again, hello it’s yo' favorite mellow schizo
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| The pavement on this yellow brick road
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| Fuckin' up my mental
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| My mood just like the tempo
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| Heartbeat, that instrumental
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| I never lack potential
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| Every track is essential
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| Every project is special, abundant and fundamental
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| Give a fuck about hundreds
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| As long as it’s for my mental
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| With wisdom from what I’ve been through
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| Knowledge that some can’t get to
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| Understanding that college is only out for a nickel
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| It could all be so simple
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| Tune it to the metronome
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| This how I used to feel back on the metro home
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| Fresh outta class I knew these days, they wouldn’t last
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| Just a stepping stone I gotta pass
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| Another story for the lap
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| But fuck it, give him glory when he crash
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| He gettin' revved up, heads up
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| And he’s coming fast
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| He paved the lane before the cash
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| They tryna swerve me out of that
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| But I don’t just got speed, nigga
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| I handle my ass, pedal to the gas
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| Life is but a getaway dash
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| My mama stash guarded by my pen and pad
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| I’m drawin' weapons with the raps
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| You shoot, I shoot back no questions asked
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| Raise your hands for the realest cat alive
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| The only child blues
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| The only child who? |
| Yo
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| And I remember sittin' in my room all alone
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| Starring at my ceiling fan, getting in my zone
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| Mama was never home
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| Woke up one morning, papa was gone
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| Young and lost so I ease my mind to popular songs
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| And of course I sold my mind to music
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| Writing everything I thought
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| Started openin' my mind, then I send in a broad
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| They don’t know what my a sinnin' has caused
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| My third eye been blinking since
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| Irv Gotti been Inc. and Murder in stores
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| At least that’s how Irv gotta be thinking
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| If I’m takin' a loss and I’m better next week
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| And I’m never weaker
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| Never sinking on the fucking deep end
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| Any shit I missed I prolly peaked it
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| These are the only child blues
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| The only child who?
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| The only child blues
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| What, The only child blues
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| These are the only child who?
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| The only child blues
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| Only child blues, OCB OCB
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| Jo-Vaughn clean your room, OCD OCD
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| I used to wanna be like ODB ODB
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| Now I’m a rap star, OMG OMG
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| Everything is perception
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| Your perception of yourself or who you are is not what other people think that
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| you are
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| So like for instance, you might say «I'm cool, I don’t wear jewelry,
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| I don’t this, I don’t that»
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| You don’t have to |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song O.C.B. , by - Joey Bada$$. Song from the album B4.DA.$$, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп