| Ooh wee
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| Mommy, I wanna be like him when I grow up
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| I came back to flame that
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| Playin' with me is like sleeping on train tracks
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| Brain’s flat, explain that
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| Playin' with me is like sleeping on train tracks
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| I came back to flame that
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| Playin' with me is like sleeping on train tracks
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| Brain’s flat, explain that
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| Playin' with me is like sleeping on train tracks
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| When it comes to true spitters, no human can do better
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| I spell twenty different words using only two letters
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| You say that you solid, but can you survive through murder?
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| I’ll make you take orders from me just like a drive thru worker
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| My need for busting tracks proceeds up to the max
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| I’m so hyper that I have to take speed just to relax
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| I’m not swinging with my fists but I’m hittin'
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| Sometimes the beat just stops ‘cause it’s even tryna listen to what I’m
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| spittin', you know
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| No one can match my working load, every minute a verse explodes
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| Pen so fertile they tried to put it on birth control
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| The roaches came out then flamed out
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| I’ll put twenty thousand lame doubters on house arrest in the same house
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| I got volumes of unlimited evolving
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| This version of K-Rino is the most primitive installment
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| I strike and bruise, you wrong as two right shoes
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| I slice dudes with fighting tools and that’s usually when I’m in a nice mood
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| I came back to flame that
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| Playin' with me is like sleeping on train tracks
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| Brain’s flat, explain that
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| Playin' with me is like sleeping on train tracks
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| I came back to flame that
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| Playin' with me is like sleeping on train tracks
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| Brain’s flat, explain that
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| Playin' with me is like sleeping on train tracks
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| My eminence as a writer is still a must to see
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| When adrenaline gets excited it gets a rush of me
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| The writin' fight trainer, consummate mic flamer, precise aimer
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| Able to maintain the water in a rice strainer
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| My specialty is treachery, they charged me with seventy felonies for selling
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| these deadly heavenly melodies
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| Hell’a freeze over before I fail to please
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| Settle discrepancies so evil you’ll think that Thelma and Louise was helping me
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| No photo ops, listen, Xerox couldn’t copy this
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| Plus when I drop, they be feelin' me like stop and frisk
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| Got that eternal green light so there’s no stopping this
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| So sit and watch what I can do to a track like opposites
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| I pinwheel ten fills and then kill for real
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| Have it raining steel, one drop shatters your windshield
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| And by the time the juices that ooze from your brain were through
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| My Uber had came and we cruised away grooving to Kool And The Gang
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| I came back to flame that
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| Playin' with me is like sleeping on train tracks
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| Brain’s flat, explain that
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| Playin' with me is like sleeping on train tracks
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| I came back to flame that
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| Playin' with me is like sleeping on train tracks
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| Brain’s flat, explain that
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| Playin' with me is like sleeping on train tracks
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| Many years ago I got married to fresh flows
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| I got on one knee and proposed and carried my folder over the threshold
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| I see so far into the distance, G
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| That to me, three hundred years from this instance be lookin' like ancient
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| history
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| He said I’m out to kill his career, but I never tried
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| ‘cause it’s impossible to kill something that’s not alive
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| There’s no random rhyme
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| I don’t like to write regular standard lines
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| I’m the kind of dude to dap you up then switch your hand with mine
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| Doper than most of his associates
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| I wrote a note to my own self that told me my poetry’s inappropriate
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| Insulted, I wrote back with vulgarness
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| And then several letters later, I concluded it was batter for us both to quit
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| Pen is loaded with oceans of cobra spit
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| The swollest lyricists get broken wrists for their bogus attempts of holding it
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| Connect your phrases to a respirator
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| Mine’s are born on blessed paper
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| Raisin' up daily on an infinite escalator
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| I came back to flame that
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| Playin' with me is like sleeping on train tracks
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| Brain’s flat, explain that
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| Playin' with me is like sleeping on train tracks
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| I came back to flame that
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| Playin' with me is like sleeping on train tracks
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| Brain’s flat, explain that
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| Playin' with me is like sleeping on train tracks |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sleepin’ on Train Tracks , by - K Rino. Song from the album The S-Project (The 4-Piece #4), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп