| Heaven hell, hella heaven, Sunday school
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| Mac 11, prison c&s, colleges and crash courses
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| Driving lessons, bad bitches, prostitutes
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| Death threats, hospitals, gang-banging
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| Private schools, chains hanging
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| Drama too, blang blanging
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| Cultivating new cribs, home invasions
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| Child abuse, motivation
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| Talk to God, smoke with Satan
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| Wedding rings, divorce paper settlements
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| Court cases, medicine
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| AIDS victims, Malcolm X, racism
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| UFOs, airplanes, crop circles, man-made
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| Demolishing, landscape starvation, pancakes
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| Skinny jeans, baggy pants
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| Relationships, back-up plans
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| White rice, Zatarains
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| Open lanes, traffic jam
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| Bloods, crips, Latin kings, intelligence
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| Lack of brains, negligence
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| Accolades and skeletons
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| And plastic veins, lucid dreams
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| Sleep walking, dry snitching
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| Streets talking, competition
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| Police calls in the projects when the beat starts
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| Now put your motherfucking hands up high
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| (I've been having such a bad week)
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| (I've been having such a bad week)
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| Hands up high
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| (That's when opposites attract me)
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| Let it go
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| Hella heaven, heaven hell
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| Falling off, record sales
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| Balling out, broke as hell, free at last
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| Back to jail, candy paint
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| Candied yams, candy canes
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| Can he pass? |
| Can he reign?
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| So for real, black teeth, golden grill
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| Thug life, honest life, real life
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| Drama life, urban life
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| Healthy life, broke life
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| Wealthy life, rag, riches
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| Riches, rags, fags, bitches
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| Bitches mad, bad Christians
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| Hypocrites and half niggas
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| Niggas half hit the deck
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| Planet ships, cigarettes
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| Cancer sticks, Smith &Wes'
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| Banana clips, niggas death
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| I’m hearing shit, carnivores
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| Herbivores, all the wars
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| All the facts, hieroglyphics
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| High blood pressure, heart feeling heart attacks
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| And call the cab, walk the block
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| Mouth shut, you talk a lot
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| Open field, car garage
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| Unemployment, morning jobs
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| Kill the youth, multiply
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| Keep it real, falsify
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| Make a mess, organize
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| Fake my death, all the time
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| Now put your motherfucking hands up high
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| (I've been having such a bad week)
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| (I've been having such a bad week)
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| Hands up high
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| (That's when opposites attract me)
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| They say my temple is a magnet
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| My brain is a gadget
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| Yeah my soul is a rapture
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| This that opposite attraction
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| I got opposite intentions
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| I got positive incentive
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| I should rob a nigga senseless
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| I hope them cops’ll get defensive
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| There ain’t no stopping this I’ve been it
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| Fuck yo' confidence I’ve been sick
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| Fuck yo' opposition, I’m kinda different, I hop inside a spaceship
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| I’ve been lots a different places
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| Bitch I’m locked into the matrix
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| Put my thoughts in different cages
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| Watch me turn portraits into paintings
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| Who told you right is wrong in your eyes?
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| Who said wrong is right with no lies?
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| They said I was wrong the whole time
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| Turn them lights off its show time
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| Who told you there wasn’t no God?
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| Who told you that I don’t know God?
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| Who told you that I don’t go hard?
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| I’ll give you something big to choke on
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| I never follow rules and no laws
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| Turn your fucking head to coleslaw
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| This that winter flow, that mistletoe, kiss you goodbye, so long
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| I’m that Martin Rocka
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| I’m that Maserati two-tone
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| Ain’t no cavities in this jaw bitch
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| Ain’t no gravity in these songs
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| And I’ve been wanting it for so long
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| They’ve been talking shit for so long
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| This my ocean now, when them sharks lurking
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| Bitch my coat rocking so raw
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| This what happens on a two way street when I’m opposite roads cross
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| All your common sense’ll go lost
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| All your common sense’ll go lost
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| All your common sense’ll go lost
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| Tell me what happened to you?
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| What have you done? |
| Where your mind at?
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| Hol' on
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| Tell your daughter put some clothes on
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| Tell your son put his coat on
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| Tell my father pull his skirt down
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| He ain’t did shit for me in so long
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| Fuck your opinion nigga I’m grown
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| They don’t like the shit that I’m on
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| Can’t accept the fact that I’m grown
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| Just accept the fact that I’m on
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| Ain’t no evil practice in here
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| I got Jesus all in my bones
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| I got angel wings on my back
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| I got 808's on my track
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| Shit I been wanting this for so long
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| They been talking shit for so long
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| This my ocean now, when them sharks lurking
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| Bitch my coat rocking so raw
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| This what happens on a two way street when I’m opposite roads cross
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| All your common sense’ll go lost
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| All your common sense’ll go lost |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Opposites Attract , by - Joyner Lucas. Song from the album Along Came Joyner, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп