| Juice is all in your headset, Juice is all in your spectacles
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| Juice is next, we the best yet, holding it down for the rest of you
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| The vestibule I’m stepping in, get greeted by my centerfolds
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| Women’ll get you begging, never let them get the best of you
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| It’s Just Juice like fresh-squeezed, give it my all 'til I’m empty
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| Finna ball, finna ball, like NBA, the newest MVP
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| I studied the game and I’m making my entry, I keep it a century
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| And if my enemies won’t see my shine they’ll seize when I shine like epilepsy
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| Turned up, my meter broken, burned up, good weed I’m smoking
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| Toes in the water, my feet are soaking, changing the game, y’all need some
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| tokens
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| I keep them hoping that I’ll serve them with the verses but
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| First the urgent stuff, learn to live and learn to love
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| Out in the open, things ain’t really how they feel
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| Even Midas had the golden touch with nothing but a Heart Of Steel
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| This art is real, though this life ain’t what it seems
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| I’m dreaming of reality, though actually I’m done with dreams
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| Out in the open, things ain’t really how they feel
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| Even Midas had the golden touch with nothing but a Heart Of Steel
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| This art is real, though this life ain’t what it seems
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| I’m dreaming of reality, though actually I’m done with dreams
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| There he go, there he go, coming up out your stereo
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| Appalling how he’s buzzing, he’s nutting honeys like Cheerios
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| Bees beg for the D, he’s sipping the finest Perignon
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| Marriott chilling, they grilling him sliced filet mignon
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| Bottles of vodka tipping, lifted off the ganja, twisting
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| Tops of the lids pop, Ciroc up on the ottoman
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| Kissing as we listen to crickets clicking their legs
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| In the end, shit gets better, if not, then it’s not the end
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| I got my Nikes tied tight, I’m in a cab to catch a class
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| Grab my glasses, bumping Fab', as I’m gasping, I can’t relax
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| I gotta breathe, but something’s keeping me raspy
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| In attempt to ditch the laughter, I’m skipping math in the bathroom
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| Turned up, my meter broken, burned up, good weed I’m smoking
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| Toes in the water, my feet are soaking, changing the game, y’all need some
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| tokens
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| I keep them hoping that I’ll serve them with the verses but
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| First the urgent stuff, learn to live and learn to love
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| Out in the open, things ain’t really how they feel
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| Even Midas had the golden touch with nothing but a Heart Of Steel
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| This art is real, though this life ain’t what it seems
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| I’m dreaming of reality, though actually I’m done with dreams
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| Trek with devices, I’ve perfected, the mic, deadliest weapon
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| I strike with all my might, though the mighty might need to lessen
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| The lesson, with the best is the less is never the question
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| Unless, less is the best but the best is less of perfection, so check it
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| Set my sentiment into every residence
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| Settling in your tenement, better bet it’s for betterment
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| Never letting negative energy get the best of me
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| I’ll live it in the minute, gifted cause it’s the present
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| Who you representing? |
| I stand for a generation
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| You standing before the same damn thing that 1 in 10 did
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| You get it? |
| What 1 in 10 did, what one intended
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| That’s not a lot to honor, but fuck it, no pun intend
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| Turned up, my meter broken, burned up, good weed I’m smoking
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| Toes in the water, my feet are soaking, changing the game, y’all need some
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| tokens
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| I keep them hoping that I’ll serve them with the verses but
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| First the urgent stuff, learn to live and learn to love
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| Out in the open, things ain’t really how they feel
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| Even Midas had the golden touch with nothing but a Heart Of Steel
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| This art is real, though this life ain’t what it seems
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| I’m dreaming of reality, though actually I’m done with dreams
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| Out in the open, things ain’t really how they feel
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| Even Midas had the golden touch with nothing but a Heart Of Steel
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| This art is real, though this life ain’t what it seems
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| I’m dreaming of reality, though actually I’m done with dreams
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| Okay, okay… Yo… Rock with me… Peace…
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| Hey yo, last night was chill as fuck, we were kicking it with the homies
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| Then we ran into what’s-her-face, but what were you saying about that dream?
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| Yo, I don’t even know man… Like, everything I was touching was turning to
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| gold…
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| Then I woke up… |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Heart of Steel, artist - Just Juice. Album song For the People, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп