| In misery
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| Oh thinking about men
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| Oh yeah
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| Yeah
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| You see when Webby got it get it
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| I’m gonna leave your body twisting
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| With these punchlines so fucking hard they ask if Rocky did it
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| We’re staying drunk
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| See me in the lobby sipping
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| Blacking out like I’m sharing drinks with Bill Cosby’s bitches
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| The way I step to the mic has gotta be God’s gift
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| White boy with a light skin bitch
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| Call me John Smith
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| Little fat chick just make it drop trick
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| Got a chastity belt I’ll pass you to Locksmith
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| Middle fingers in the sky till my arms tired
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| You would think my tonsils made to flick the way I talk fire
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| Say they crediting Webby they all liars
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| Y’all ain’t going nowhere like barbed wired on your car tires
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| Fricking anxiety medication with Kevin Bacon
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| Grand Central Station till my body is levitating
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| Kill them with the stars in two ways
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| What fucking explanation
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| Just follow the bouncing ball let me do this demonstration
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| Tell me what it is what it ain’t gonna be
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| Some of y’all hate but it ain’t on me
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| Nothing ever changed
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| I’m the same old me
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| If you don’t feel the same then shame on me
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| Tell me what it is what it ain’t gonna be
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| Some of y’all hate but it ain’t on me
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| Nothing ever changed
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| I’m the same old me
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| If you don’t feel the same then shame on me
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| Some rappers hustle their music and rush lyrics
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| Other rappers only do music to fuck bitches
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| Some rappers wait for a hot media topic
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| Act like they give a fuck and write songs so they can profit
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| Often but it’s often perceived as being conscious
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| But it’s nothing more than an external plot for their pockets
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| Stop it pussy rapper you lacking your label testifies
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| You say that it’s rap and I say it’s a kegel exercise
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| The nerve of these mother fuckers they even utter
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| Speak or stutter words and indecent mothers and creep their mothers
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| We discovered most of the artists you harvest for us
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| Instead of lashing out we let the music do it for us
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| Ignore so you starting to catch me
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| Whether or not my art reflects me
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| Yous pretending they pinning
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| Whether they win they start to sketch me
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| Even you worked hard on the garbage and suffer narcolepsy
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| Tell me what it is what it ain’t gonna be
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| Some of y’all hate but it ain’t on me
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| Nothing ever changed
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| I’m the same old me
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| If you don’t feel the same then shame on me
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| Tell me what it is what it ain’t gonna be
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| Some of y’all hate but it ain’t on me
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| Nothing ever changed
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| I’m the same old me
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| If you don’t feel the same then shame on me
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| Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| Then I could love him
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| Oh I can love him
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| Yes I could
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| Sure as can be
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| Sure as can be |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sure As Can Be , by - Locksmith. Song from the album Lofty Goals, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп