| UH! |
| — She thinks it’s all in her jeans
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| But it ain’t her, it’s just all in my genes
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| Lookin at my fam now I see just what it means
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| Mom don’t like kids but Pop like makin 'em
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| So myself now, I better understand
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| A nigga don’t smoke or don’t drink but
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| Grandma used to said, «You gon' do SOMETHIN to smell like man»
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| So I try to fight temptation but the shit gets harder
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| She moves in closer and the dick gets harder
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| I try to fight the feelin cause she’s, so appealin
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| But these hoes take to me like a fish to water
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| It’s shouldn’t be that hard, thought I’d change
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| But my mind is like, «You ain’t came that far»
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| Huh, it’s like Adam walkin out on Eve
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| Only to see the appletree is fillin his backyard
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| It feels wrong, but so right
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| And it’s not fair, my dear, but that’s life
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| The life I’m livin
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| It seem like the devil took a piss in my gene pool
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| Me? |
| Family man? |
| — Who the fuck am I kiddin?
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| I look into the eyes of my seeds
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| Hopin they grow up to be much better than me
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| I can’t keep livin under these sick guidelines
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| Lord, please help me keep walkin the fine line
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| Until I can find mine, uh!
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| I can’t get you out of my system — NOOOOO, don’t go away
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| Wait a minute, stop and listen — cause I-iiiiiiiigh, need to know, baby
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| Was the lovin good last night? |
| — Ba-BAAAAY, I gotta I gotta
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| I gotta have ya here tonight — tonight, yeah yeah
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| I’ve been at work all day, boss in the back
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| Gettin fat, take that, I’m at minimal pay
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| I’m a sucker to the clock, when I get home
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| I’mma suck unto the bottle of Patron out the box
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| Remy on the rocks, gon' try to take me
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| To go to the +Doctor,+ I need +Detox+
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| No Peace Scnapps, nigga I’m a man
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| Flip Merriot with the shots, think I’m three down
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| Since I ain’t sure I ordered another round
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| Pooh an alcoholic, how that sound?
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| Found peace in the spirits, ma tried to tell me
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| «Slow down» plenty times, but I just didn’t hear it
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| So I fifth geared it, reared its ugly head
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| Man FUCK, I was so misled
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| How you gon tell the world that it got you scared?
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| You supposed to be the man, can’t bring home bread
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| Make it 5:15, families don’t get fed
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| Livin check by check, never gettin ahead
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| That’s life, makin it hard to come home
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| So I’m at the bar where the stool’s my throne — it’s ON!
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| I can’t get you out of my system — NOOOOO, don’t go away
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| Wait a minute, stop and listen — cause I-iiiiiiiigh, need to know, baby
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| Was the lovin good last night? |
| — Ba-BAAAAY, I gotta I gotta
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| I gotta have ya here tonight — tonight, yeah yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah… |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song System, artist - Little Brother. Album song Getback, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп