| Brought everything to the table
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| As if he’s got a problem with everyone
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| Dirty trackies with a rare Ralph button up
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| I’m a clever word for dumb as fuck
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| Step on me toes, I snap like a bear trap
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| Super scientifical fucking other rappers birds rap
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| Heart the same colour as coal
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| If it wasn’t for this, I’d be selling drugs on the dole
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| Unapologetic, I don’t know if sorry is the hardest word to say cause that’s the
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| only time I’ve said it
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| And that was easy doe, it’s hard to saying no to easy dough
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| When you’re feeling low, I’m a seasoned pro
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| I hit you right between the eyes, scratching me head like it might reveal a
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| prize
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| Neglecting wisdom, define him by the many mistakes
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| With typos in the definition
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| And never listen
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| Criticising the art with her eyes closed in the exhibition
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| (You feel what I feel)
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| He brought everything to the table but had no one to share it with
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| (You feel. what I feel)
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| Is it you he’s got a problem with everyone cause I heard he did
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| (You feel what I feel)
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| Doesn’t believe in nothing, he’s stand offish like a weary kid
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| (You feel what I feel)
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| He has the world to give up but he’s scared to live life
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| Cry me a river, watch me swim up stream
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| Wash away me sins but I’m still unclean (I mean)
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| He’s not as dumb as he seems
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| Acket over his hoodie, joggies under his jeans
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| Sounded like he meant it, now he isn’t as sure
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| I need a miracle cure that isn’t mixed with liquer
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| Shit I guess I’m drinking it pure
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| Designer depression, my religion is Christian Dior
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| And like a good Christian, I don’t really follow it
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| Today, in it for the long run
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| Tomorrow, split
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| A cheese slice on a piece of folded white bread, with light spread
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| We alone and type SWEG
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| Outside Greggs, waiting for the doors to open
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| They saw him open, like his Ma' caught him smoking
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| Plus she never did, clever kid
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| Sappnin' lad, I snatch your fashion bag and slap a little rappers dad
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| (You feel what I feel)
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| He brought everything to the table but had no one to share it with
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| (You feel. what I feel)
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| Is it you he’s got a problem with everyone cause I heard he did
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| (You feel what I feel)
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| Doesn’t believe in nothing, he’s stand offish like a weary kid
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| (You feel what I feel)
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| He has the world to give up but he’s scared to live life |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song TABLE , by - Lee Scott. Song from the album Somewhere Between Here and There, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп