| The news reporter he walked out of the TV
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| Brushed off his shoulders like he didn’t even see me
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| Everything is green and black
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| The internet is real and my eyes are not intact
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| I’m realizing that I shouldn’t be surprised in that
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| In fact my whole brain is filled with cannibals
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| Diplomats
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| I’m spinning out of control like the solar system
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| The only difference is that I’m much faster than the sisters
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| Kissing babies and shaking hands on forsaken land
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| This is America, the product of an empty plan
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| And I’m American, so I guess I’m an empty man
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| Sitting in the studio with few friends and many fans
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| My job consists of peeling layers off like minivans
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| Scrape them in a track so I could sell them for a big advance
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| My mouth piece is a legend like Bagger Vance
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| Put a few syllables together into a trance
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| No hooks still making them dance with the certified funk
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| That these fakes could never have
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| Life’s a bitch and I’m living it 'till the last
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| Put my past in the past, like get in the fucking bag
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| I’m like a bandit up-standing
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| My own train, abandoned my own name
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| So I could live out the fame
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| Jon Wayne, remember it for an alibi
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| You’re innocent, you saw me taking out a passer-by
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| Now you know, that’s a lie
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| These heads feel the verse
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| Like they were chewing on a pacifier
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| I’m not concerned with what my fans are consuming
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| I’ve been sober for three years
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| And trippier than a eunuch
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| So sue me
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| I’ve been drinking though
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| I’ve been drinking, I’m not going to lie
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| I feel like God isn’t even trying to let me breath
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| But I’m back from the dead to keep rappers deceased
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| Back from the shed with emphatic disease
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| Keeping fans on the feet, like grass grabbing the cleats
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| Therapists lie down and tell me stories
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| Hypnotize 'em for secrets and leave 'em for the morning
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| Serve bitches like divorce papers
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| I’m a king of the minor circuit and I force majors
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| Diminished wages made for dominant behavior
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| This goon could strike a cord in outer space and cut a razor
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| It’s too soon to tell if I’m infinity
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| But there is nothing so imminent that will kill my energy
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| No enemy dare step to the sea anemone
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| I’m chilling with my poisonous touch to brush with everything |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Black Magic , by - Jonwayne. Song from the album Rap Album One, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп