| Fuck that shit
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| I wanna see you jump
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| Thats right, I wanna see you jump
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| Fuck em
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| I wanna see you jump
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| Stomping on a land mine
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| Welcome to the mind flu son
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| You can have my many challengers
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| Through the vine
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| Feeling entwined
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| High caliber babbler that you might find
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| One step away from the beggar in your cash line
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| Claiming that you spit gold
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| But through the brash light
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| Sweet it is to lie on the green grass
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| From the other side
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| Trying to look in at what he has
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| Slave to weed bacc
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| Love girls but leave snacks
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| Not the kind of stain to be known in your next fax
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| THIS IS HIP HOP!
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| all i got left
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| Through the page I express
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| «Loving you to the death»
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| Feeling blessed
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| Even though it seems like a curse
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| From the shadows of my heart;
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| Sometimes I see worse
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| So i burst
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| No longer concealing the rage
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| Fuck a reason the demon’s released from the page
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| Yeah, I wanna see you jump (jump)
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| Bruck out dont beat on that chump (chump)
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| Cos I’m getting sick of getting treated like a cunt
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| And the feeling is fuck
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| An' I’m building it up son
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| So, I think I wanna see you jump (jump)
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| Bruck out go beat up that chump (punk)
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| I’m sick to death of seeing her with a bag o' piss
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| And a train a thought about as empty as my pocket is
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| Been clocking his hip hop
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| And his shit sprouting
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| Don’t run away
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| Still hear my old man shouting
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| Doubted the world since I first got double crossed
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| Double headed coin toss
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| And every triple love loss
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| But at what cost?
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| Now I’m right on the edge
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| Dark pictures in my head
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| Bish bosh now he’s dead
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| Made me paranoid as fuck
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| And the weed don’t help
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| At the gates of my destiny
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| Stone cold
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| I learned
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| Its the hell stones, help!
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| Thunder in from the skies
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| For the sins I’ve commited
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| All the bacc
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| All the lies
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| Still high
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| But I’m gonna be exactly who I am
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| Start devising a plan
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| Middle finger to the man
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| Throught the riddle I expand
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| Cause we all feel like this sometimes
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| A prisoner in our own minds
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| Yeah, I wanna see you jump (jump)
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| Bruck out dont beat on that chump (chump)
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| Cos I’m getting sick of getting treated like a cunt
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| And the feeling is fuck
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| An' I’m building it up son
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| So, I think I wanna see you jump (jump)
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| Bruck out go beat up that chump (punk)
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| From a Scarecrow’s perspective |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Jump Jump , by - Leaf Dog. Song from the album From a Scarecrow's Perspective, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп