| I’m trying to develop a name, stress on the brain
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| Smelling of yesterdays rain
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| Despite what they may claim
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| What’s your main aim when you’re playing the game? |
| Gain?
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| In it for the love and I love money, I’m in a rush hurry
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| I’m pretty broke but I shun slummy
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| Like getting deep with a fuck buddy
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| I’m the kid that asked what was up with Bugs Bunny
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| Need an extra quid, pick a friend to jib
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| Oh my God he didn’t did he? |
| Yes he did
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| Went and flipped his second lid
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| And now he’s fucked up, yelling I’m drunk but
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| Gotta be this bad just to get in your good books
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| We’re some intelligent dumb fucks
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| Dropping knowledge when I’ve chucked up whatever I just took
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| I’m trying to develop a name, stress on the brain
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| Smelling of yesterdays rain, limping ahead with a cane
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| Things are never the same, I’ll never be tamed though
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| I’m over here sipping on Polish beer
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| Chatting to birds in stolen gear
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| Amateur listen kidda bifter
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| This is something exquisite innit
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| Spare me your wisdom
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| I co-sign Sheens theory of winning
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| Both eyes see clearly, I’m drinking
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| To totalitarianism
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| Here’s to the system
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| And controlling the world with religion
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| Getting stoned with your bird in the kitchen
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| Preparing and dishing, while I’m burning the ism
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| Rolling another
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| Shaking hands with the enemy holding a buzzer
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| You made a mistake like a hole in the rubber
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| I’m running up on your mansion like what’s happenin'?
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| It doesn’t matter cos you can’t prepare
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| I’m shaking the money trees on your garden bare
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| Rich banker types aren’t hard to scare
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| Not only do I rap but I can part the seas
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| Let me in the illuminati please
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| Don’t make me have to inject steds in my eye lids and fight pigs
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| That’s a hard look
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| Geeks say it’s dark but they would be wrong
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| This is a lovely song
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| Bitches can pluck their thong strings and sing-a-long to the chorus
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| All praise triangular shapes and the Eye of Horus
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| Hold on don’t let me do this
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| At best we’re clueless
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| Just accept these unelected rulers, forget
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| Cause you can’t buy food with respect
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| And stop assuming you’ll get anything
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| Just watch the next penny spin
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| With a petty grin so you can rub it in when you win
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| I’ve never been this well off or poor
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| If everything remains the same what’s it all for?
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| Just give it a reason I’m going in cause it’s freezing
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| And I’m not leaving
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| Until it’s time to go
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| So I can come back
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| Like 'don't call it a come back'
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| Ballin' I does that
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| I’m trying to do it all in a month flat
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| My cosign sheets (?) your winning
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| Here to the system
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| I’m controlling the world of religion
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| Preparing and dishing while burning the yism
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| I’m rolling up on your mansion like whats happening
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| Don’t make me have to inject steds in my eyes and fight pigs
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| Geeks say a star (?) book would be wrong
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| With a petty grin so you can rub rim when you win |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Yes He Did , by - Lee Scott. Song from the album Tin Foil Fronts, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп