| Yeah, maybe this should just be the intro, like this
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| That’s it, squad, bitch
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| All these bad bitches say they love me, I already know
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| Check the, check the ring that’s on my finger 'cause I’m married, ho
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| There he go, everybody know that boy pockets is swole
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| What’s good? |
| That sound familiar, never been here before
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| Life good, 'cause I just got quoted two hundred a show
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| Oh no, oh no, two hundred a show
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| Overnight, all this money that I’ve been makin', I gave it right back
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| To all of the people that made me, you know we like that
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| Don’t know why your bitch wanna date me, but I can’t fight that
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| Guess you ain’t done shit for her lately, not on the right track
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| If I think that shit sound good I gotta write that
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| Weed man knockin' on the door, I’ll be right back
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| Pass the shit to 6ix, watch him light that
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| Hit the studio, record the shit, then mix the shit, then master it
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| And then we do the show and they recite that
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| Bitch, I’m right back, told 'em 'bout my life, told 'em 'bout my life
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| Told 'em I was broke as fuck too many nights
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| Now I see my name up on so many lights, but everybody prolly think this shit
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| done happened, happened, happened
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| Overnight, people think this how this shit happened, but they never right
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| Acting like they got it, they got it, but they never quite
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| Seem to understand that this right here deeper than all that
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| Hustlin' the streets that they trap over-over-overnight
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| People think this how this shit happened, but they never right
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| Acting like they got it, they got it, but they never quite seem to understand
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| that this right here deeper than all that
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| Hustlin' the streets like they trappin' and burnin' (woo, woo)
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| Tell me how you really feel, how you really feel
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| All they ever do is hate the boy, but now they know the name
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| Tell me how you really feel, how you really feel
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| All they ever do is hate the boy, but now I run the game
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| Tell me how you really feel, how you really feel
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| You can hate now all you want, but shit won’t ever be the same
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| Tell me how you really feel, how you really feel
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| You can hate me, but I’m not the reason that your life is lame
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| Tell me, is it really so hard? |
| Really so hard, to be a good person?
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| Tell me, is it really so hard, really so hard, to stop acting like a bitch?
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| (woo)
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| I treated everybody with respect and now I’m rich (woo)
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| I treated everybody with respect
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| Maybe you got issues with your daddy, though
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| Maybe you was bullied back in high school
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| Maybe you are just a tool
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| Maybe you’re the reason, you’re the reason
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| The reason I don’t fuck with nobody, and
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| Maybe you’re the reason, you’re the reason
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| The reason I came up with nobody, and
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| Maybe you’re the reason, you’re the reason
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| Everybody think this right here happened
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| Overnight, people think this how this shit happened, but they never right
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| Acting like they got it, they got it, but they never quite
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| Seem to understand that this right here deeper than all that
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| Hustlin' the streets that they trap over-over-overnight
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| People think this how this shit happened, but they never right
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| Acting like they got it, they got it, but they never quite seem to understand
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| that this right here deeper than all that
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| Hustlin' the streets like they trappin' and burnin' down, shit |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Overnight, artist - Logic. Album song Bobby Tarantino II, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп