| My family builds like pig triplets
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| Armed with bricks, just the type you build homes with
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| No coke head shit
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| I hear folks boo my flow on the mic
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| Funny thing cause they’re nowhere in sight
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| They must be damn good ventriloquists
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| So nice you might think Im writing in cursive
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| When I leak heat like a broken pipe in the furnace
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| Furnish the beat and hold the damn mic with a purpose
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| Serve and protect with earnest syllables, yo
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| I gotta surplus
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| My ducks in a row and my eggs in the basket
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| And let them hatch when Im seeking expansion
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| My ideas are massive and meticulous
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| Particularly when Im gripping for pens to draw on my own endless narratives
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| Wrong imperative, I dont shine, I glare like carrots in the wintertime air
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| The gems genuine
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| Colder than flightless birds in tuxedoes
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| The penguin mangling verbs when the arm drops the needle
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| But cat scratch
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| Robin more hood than the repo man
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| No robin hood more like serious sam
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| No dull shit only curious jams whether it’s good or it’s bad
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| I can tell you never had what I had
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| You know I’m not the type to complain but lately it’s the rain
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| Yeah the rain on my brain
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| Heater in the freezer I saw it all change
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| When the wintertime came
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| She got cold veins
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| Grow and attain
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| The Romain Lettuce
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| The same stress that is play baseball at Grand Cross
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| The dream sunny like the lakefront at south shore
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| Mouths in awe as the wonder-ball twirls
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| In the world niggas' brag about the course
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| On the grabbing nicks and dimes for sport
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| On the bike wintertime
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| Like the villain got frost
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| Gotta get ahead while the living cost
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| in these beats for free
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| Dog I’m not playing the beat
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| The foreground fades in the mist of a ry
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| Now peep the game as you floating underneath
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| Find something underneath
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| Lime, swallow by the light
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| In the heat now you’s try to paint yourself white
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| To many nigga’s worry about impressions live life
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| But cat scratch
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| Robin more hood than the repo man
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| No robin hood more like serious sam
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| No dull shit only curious jams whether it’s good or it’s bad
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| I can tell you never had what I had |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Curious , by - Jonwayne. Song from the album Cassette on Vinyl, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп