| One-two, one-two
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| One-two, one-two
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| I work hard for a profit, I got lint balls in my pockets
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| Haters stopping, move with caution
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| These opportunities knocking, get it popping
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| Fill my body up with toxins everyday
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| Challenges right in front of me, I walk a different way
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| So it’s hard for me to achieve goals when I don’t got motivation
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| With the lime light in my eyesight but I still can’t find the patience
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| And I hate it, I think too much and I drink too much so I’m faded
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| In the hot tub got her naked, playing Californication
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| I tell myself that I made it but I know that’s not the case
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| I’mma cop a Glock then pop a shot like open up the safe
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| I’ve been waiting forever and it’s been taking forever
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| My blood’s cold, I’m walking in the rain with no sweater
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| I do it dolo, and pave my own lane for the better
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| Chasing the cheddar, pacing waiting cause the pain got me fed up
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| They can’t hang when the game change they shook of what could happen
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| But I won’t stop 'till my heart stops and they put me in that casket
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| I do this cause' I need this and I see this as my passion
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| I’m up all night and I’m sleepless and I’m dreaming of expansion
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| That’s what happens, it’s crazy I’m excited for the outcome
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| Stressing is my weapon I won’t leave the house without one
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| As the wheels keep turning, the trees keep burning
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| I’m out here and I’m tryna get rich
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| But as the money goes missing, these people act different
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| It’s cause' they know I’m on my shit
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| But I don’t need them, I’m stuck in the deep end
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| No, I don’t need them, I’m stuck in the deep end
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| I trust few and I doubt some
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| They only there when the drought come
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| This rap shit is my sidekick when I’m frustrated and down some
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| I stack loot and I save up, my attitude is just pay up
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| So I fuck the beat then we break up
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| I run the scene like the grey cup
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| I’m in the club with that thang tucked
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| Say the wrong thing and get laced up
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| I don’t play tough I just hate chumps
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| Who act hard when it’s made up
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| It’s all the same procedure
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| I steal meals when I’m eager
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| The real deal and you Bieber
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| Got wheels of steel like a leader
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| I don’t need ya, so you can miss me with the phone calls
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| I tour the country getting' money with my road dogs
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| And I’ve been waiting on that green light for so long
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| Truth is all these dudes suck like blow jobs
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| I get tired but I can’t sleep, I’m still stuck in the back seat
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| I’m driving round' at a fast speed
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| 'Till I start to swerve and I can’t see
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| I lose faith and I find more
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| I’m screw face and a crime lord
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| I’m too baked and my eyes sore
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| My dues making me grind more (it's Merk)
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| As the wheels keep turning, the trees keep burning
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| I’m out here and I’m tryna get rich
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| But as the money goes missing, these people act different
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| It’s cause' they know I’m on my shit
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| But I don’t need them, I’m stuck in the deep end
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| No, I don’t need them, I’m stuck in the deep end |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Deep End , by - Merkules. Song from the album Scars, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп