| I live on I limp off I came back
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| I crisscross my fit cap I live rap
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| Might dip off I dispatch I don’t tap
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| I hold back no I did that
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| Its been packed I live where they nose can’t track
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| My prints match they just want that old saint back
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| I binge trap I feel like my bread don’t match
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| I been snapped and still keep my head on strap
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| We been past the pain no impact
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| Don’t care what you feeling don’t fight yourself that’s a mismatch
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| Been done with the field I always go for the big catch It came to fruition my
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| hand on the wheel I bet on my chicken
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| I spend my life trying to be everything they saying is missing
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| That’s my art and I’m sensitive why I call it my misses
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| Homie say wats the finish hell I can’t make no predictions
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| Be straight with my senses
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| Go make me have to take the offensive
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| We was on curb trying to settle in
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| We ain’t have much but said we did
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| We had more nerve than ever bid
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| We ain’t wait turn we never slid
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| I just wanna feel my high but I got to keep my mind on turf
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| Got provisions on the side if the try don’t work
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| Little blood in the water dammit I’m gonna surf
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| If we hit the wall I ain’t tryna find out first
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| We was on curb trying to settle in we ain’t have Much but said we did
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| We had more
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| I live long I limp on I push back
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| I spill more get billed more can’t look back
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| Got light drawn I’m locked on took steps
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| I care not about none of that
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| My pride is a given I show you how I’m actually living i’m wrestling with it my
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| ignas getting dollars pretending
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| I’m back on my gloat
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| Feeling like Im after my throne
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| Do bad on my own
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| My Ogs love to lecture me throwed
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| Like the pressure I rose
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| Used to being under a gun it never made me no difference
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| Used to say Id get us up but ain’t no S on my clothes had the key I’d clean em
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| out I’m losing out I play my route I used to float the south when we ain’t have
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| no rest to lean on
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| Now I’m plated got a flav put my recipe on at the window leaning out I’m
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| screaming out I free my doubt I put that promise on my daughters house
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| Just living with my line about no doe but we could dime it out
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| We was on curb trying to settle in
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| We ain’t have much but said we did
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| We had more nerve than ever bid
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| We ain’t wait turn we never slid
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| I just wanna feel my high but I got to keep my mind on turf
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| Got provisions on the side if the try don’t work
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| Little blood in the water dammit I’m gonna surf
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| If we hit the wall I ain’t tryna find out first
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| We was on curb trying to settle in we ain’t have Much but said we did
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| We had more
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| You best give us our damn respect
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| Got it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sawdust Underground , by - Marlowe. Song from the album Marlowe 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп