| Bending you
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| Oh I’m bending, bending, bending, bending you, oh, yeah
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| A permanent euphoria, everyday is the shit
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| Right hand on my money, left hand be on your bitch
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| Rapping it made me rich, money give me the women
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| Money we just be throwing it, women they just be bending
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| All my girls fly like they all flight attendants
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| Ten cent’s, picky as fuck, she gotta look innocent
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| Since sin the center of this whole fucking industry
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| Ain’t no saint, neither is she, but we pretend to be
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| Is it out to pocket to say I like the attention
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| Not to mention you don’t even know how high I’ve be getting
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| Experimenting, ‘cause it’s different, changing, growing
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| Leanin and smoking, rolling, making music, listening to no one, I’m on
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| One, twenty years old, world in my palms
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| Bent that’s why I’m shaded up, looking so calm
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| Giving you the world from my point of view
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| A true B-Day mobbing Dannon boy, that’s what I’m supposed to do
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| All these spoons in my kitchen
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| They bend they bend they bend they bend they bend
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| (bend you up and bend you back down)
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| All the girls in my bedroom
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| They bend they bend they bend they bend they bend
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| (bend you in and bend you back out)
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| All the rules to this game around
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| They bend they bend they bend they bend they bend
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| (Bending you)
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| Every time I close my eyes I see a different dream
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| I pray to God that we don’t close until we reach our dreams
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| College tuition for daughters that I ain’t even father
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| Now I got a redbone at the altar, call me Prince Akeem
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| Six digits for me like we did to offer
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| They used to call me Waldo, got rich and now they call me Walter
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| Yeah, I’m higher than them Unkle pants, living without a purpose, man
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| But that just cause my circumstances
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| And I mean it, if you want it, come and get it, boy
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| Death comes in threes and you’re looking like some triplets boys
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| In high school I climbed the roof so I could smoke my weed
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| The dealers knew that I was young and sold me bags of seeds
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| I’m chasing dreams, hoes chasing me
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| But I just give the name and number like the matter D
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| ‘cause all I wanna do was roll up hash
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| And smash the ass of a bitch who looks like Kim Kardash', im gone
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| She is the last straw, I bend her and slip slow
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| My pencil draws her closer, she gets high and bends low
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| Long flight from my Cali mistress, to a district with red lights
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| Prostitutes and rich niggas, just a recipe for long nights
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| Shake well, and oh they do
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| I’m laying next to some girl who last night showed me things I never knew now
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| Either I’m bending space or I’m just bent and spacing
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| I put my heart on tracks, but it’s 4AM and that shit’s still racing
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| One bed, two girls, three way, four times
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| My shame came of their clothes, it’s paradise of the mind
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| Absolute vodka mixed with absolute freedom
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| I’m meeting my darker side and it’s a pleasure just to meet him
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| I’m thinking while puffing and writing while fucking
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| Yesterday’s gone and tomorrow ain’t coming
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| And if Tamara ain’t cumin and that’s the name that she told me
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| But when you hit this level, every first name is phony
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| But here, the air tastes better
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| Weed is more potent and girls seem wetter
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| Days are a haze, drinks just stronger
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| Nocturnal nigga, these nights seem longer
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| I’m only here for one night, it’s Disneyland for man
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| White girls, blue kush, red lights, American and Amster… damn |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bend Ya , by - Mann. Song from the album FMOV: FreshMann On Varsity, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп