| I’m gonna tell 'em that I’m not here
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| Ain’t taking no calls today
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| Time to refresh and do it all my way
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| Get off my back
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| Not taking orders
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| It’s time to relax, make tracks and sing
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| Bring about that piece of mind and recline
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| Let your guard down and see what you find
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| Inhale and exhale deeply, get loose
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| Stretch out your muscles and squeeze you some juice
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| Light that incense up and then bless your space
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| Go to that place where the calm is on your face
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| I promise that a taste of this is pure bliss
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| Where thought grows freely and minutes mean shit
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| I’m up in it clean fit, dreamin' so vivid
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| I let it all radiate, you see how I’m livin'
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| Energized and rested, tested time after time
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| I’m impressed with my body and mind
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| My hobby’s so strenuous I gotta cool out
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| Focus on health so that I’m not ruled out
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| Exercise my knowledge and abolish all stress
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| Get a good sleep and tomorrow I press
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| Today I’m…
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| Now let’s pretend that I was just born
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| A niggas first breath, heartbeat, a life with no scorn
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| It wasn’t me, it was the egos of MCs they say
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| The mic tempt me too
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| But like the dollars makes 'em fishy dude ok
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| The average day I got the duties of a lifeguard for myself
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| When I’m swimmin' in a system makes it so hard
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| But at the rest I just post up fine
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| Patrol my coastline and make the most of my mind
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| Create the envelope and push it to the people on the avenue
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| The ones stuck in they offices, this world is a vacuum
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| But my sauce it got some smack too
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| Like on a Sunday afternoon I got you tuned into the spiciness
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| Blended just right with this in the pocket like some jeans
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| Or the rhythm of these funk strings and I might just get
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| Another dosage of this slow shit
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| It’s bumpin in my system and my soul too
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| It’s what I do when I’m alone, it’s like some soul food
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| I wouldn’t just get up from the table man, it’s too smooth
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| This groove is better than any wrong thing
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| And if the phone rings I’m’a hit 'em back now
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| Let the song sing…
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| I’m unavailable for comment
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| I’d rather go sail my boat and ride the tail of a
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| Comet, inhale of the chronic, a glass of orange juice
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| Read a book, write a poem
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| Hike a trail in the forest dude!
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| Breathe in fresh air
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| Release pressure
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| Extend and bend and strength yeah!
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| Burn a incense, silence my mind in a instant
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| Because now is the time and I’m in this
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| It gets me open like Halls Mentholyptus
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| Pine cones and eucalyptus leaves
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| Mushrooms and wild flowers bloom
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| And cool Cali breeze
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| Make me feel superhuman
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| I might fly a kite, go home rock the mic
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| Throw on a song I like, call up my girl to bone
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| I’m in my own world, a zone
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| And it be them days like this when I don’t answer the phone
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| I’m clearing my space
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| Excuse me while I take this brief intermission
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| From out the rat race
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| No hustle and bustle though my muscles are strong
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| I just don’t wanna do nothing
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| But sing my song… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Not Here , by - Living Legends. Song from the album Almost Famous, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп