| I wipe the ink off me train ticket before it dries
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| And tell the passengers I don’t want to hear about your boring lives
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| I want it all jib an allocated portion size
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| Give me a Cadillac, fat mansion and forty wives
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| Fuck bitches, chop cocaine, snort supplies
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| On the same rotting table I use to torture flies
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| I pretend I don’t have a basement and ignore the cries
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| Skip breakfast and get pissed like normal guys
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| Hoodie’d up on a para cause the walls have eyes
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| Me hand casts a shadow on the paper to obscure the rhymes
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| Disorganized, getting smashed all the time
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| Breaking hour glasses and drawing lines
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| Like, cross em' I leave you traumatized
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| I stick you up with forks and knives cause you’re telling porky pies
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| So raise your paws towards the skies
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| And give me two’s, threes, fours and fives
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| What’s happening la? |
| Nah, don’t tell me
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| You’re not feeling so healthy
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| Cause it was all going tits up
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| And then I went and got me dick sucked
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| And now I’m laughing again
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| It’s sound la, I’m laughing again
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| Yea it’s laughing again
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| It’s sound girl, I can handle your friend
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| (She can stay too)
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| I’m in the zone, sagging alone, ignore the door and don’t answer the phone
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| I’m not trying to be bad to the bone, I’m blown, necking Valium stoned
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| Meditate till I take off, on the grind yet every day is a day off
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| You don’t want to face off and neither do I, I leave with a sigh
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| Head in the sky like I’m ready to die, I tell you a lie like I’ve never been
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| high
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| Fly Pelican fly and I only drink on days ending in Y
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| Meditate till I take off, on the grind yet every day is a day off
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| You don’t want to face off and neither do I, I leave with a sigh
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| I’m starting a digital war and swinging a sword
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| At your computer as your producer’s clicking record
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| This is a world in which bottled water can win an award
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| And freedom is a privilege only the rich can afford
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| And what would Caesar think of Saracen and Jet and them?
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| I ask the important questions then answer them and guess again
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| Words like God and fuck followed by knows
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| I make solid plans but keep me hollow eyes closed
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| And polish platinum dreams, nothing’s as it seems
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| Hack the trees down and make gossip magazines
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| Fuck life, chong a joint
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| Call me Allan Watt’s the point
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| My philosophy is it wasn’t me, I walk in a scoff your feast
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| Like I’m not settling for one a piece la
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| Was it something I said? |
| They told us it’d rain but now it’s sunny instead
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| (Cause I) plucked the clouds out the sky and stashed them under me bed
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| What’s happening la? |
| Nah, don’t tell me
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| You’re not feeling so healthy
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| Cause it was all going tits up
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| And then I went and got me dick sucked
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| And now I’m laughing again
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| It’s sound la, I’m laughing again
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| Yea it’s laughing again
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| It’s sound girl, I can handle your friend
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| (She can stay too)
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| I’m in the zone, sagging alone, ignore the door and don’t answer the phone
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| I’m not trying to be bad to the bone, I’m blown, necking Valium stoned
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| Meditate till I take off, on the grind yet every day is a day off
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| You don’t want to face off and neither do I, I leave with a sigh
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| Head in the sky like I’m ready to die, I tell you a lie like I’ve never been
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| high
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| Fly Pelican fly and I only drink on days ending in Y
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| Meditate till I take off, on the grind yet every day is a day off
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| You don’t want to face off and neither do I, I leave with a sigh |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Tell Me, artist - Lee Scott. Album song Butter Fly, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп