| Calm down, nigga, this golden
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| Go and take a hit of these roses
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| Go and get a sip of this water
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| Let your seat back, relax, get comfortable
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| Get comfortable, get comfortable, get comfortable
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| Got your joint, it’s in rotation, check the sinkhole patient
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| Deep off in these waters never needing no flotation
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| Devices, on this humble pie by the slices
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| Give it to 'em free cause it’s priceless
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| This your invitation, I’m a even welcome imitations
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| Smokin' mirrors, I’ve been spittin' rocks and ventilation
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| So, breathe motherfucka just breathe
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| There’s more than one trick up my sleeve
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| Tick tocks can’t hang, I ain’t never even gang bang
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| Nigga just hang with the wrong folks
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| Got a little older, got a little wiser, put the reggie down that’s the wrong
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| smoke
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| Been around the world enough to know that you will never get rich if you the
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| wrong broke
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| Can’t live life through a song «e, man
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| I’ve been tryin' to show y’all me
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| I ain’t been acceptin' nobody’s gas and still got drive, nigga still on E
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| Nigga still gon' lie, and I still on G, tell your girlfriend not to feel on me
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| Or, maybe you should come and get your ho bro
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| And usually we would have a whole bunch of ginger ale but lately I’m been in
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| these waters like a slow bro
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| So, pardon my manners
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| This is more street etiquette
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| Know that I ain’t goin' nowhere, if you believe otherwise then you niggas
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| better peep rhetoric
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| I said
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| Calm down, nigga, this golden
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| Go and take a hit of these roses
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| Go and get a sip of this water
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| Let your seat back, relax, get comfortable
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| Get comfortable, get comfortable, get comfortable
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| You ain’t even gotta ask me, I’m classy
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| Pina colada with a blue Laffy Taffy
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| I’m wrappin' a like get that Apache
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| Indian remy on a scalp comin' out
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| Nigga just chillin' on the couch in a blouse like Dave Chappelle be that nigga
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| for life
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| I drip drip on the haters forreal
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| Maybe write a rap book for the later appeal
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| Cause I still write poems on a little black thought more smoke
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| And mirrors inside of the matchbox more fancy
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| Images lookin' like mascots
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| My whole team got the city on the rise
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| And makin' the sun jealous, we dreamin' new dimensions
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| And movin' like black rebels with, cold
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| We don’t need no ice
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| I just wanna see your hands in the air and the fans in the stands and my name
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| hella bright
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| «Noname on the comeup»
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| Telefone never comin' out, what’s the hold up?
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| Where you been at? |
| Where the print at?
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| We just wanna hear the truth and the music
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| Black honesty and honestly I’m a be
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| In the cut with a book readin' prophecy
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| Before the sun goes down and the meaning of life becomes obsolete
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| Calm down, nigga, this golden
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| Go and take a hit of these roses
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| Go and get a sip of this water
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| Let your seat back, relax, get comfortable
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| Get comfortable, get comfortable, get comfortable
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| We been in here, we ain’t goin' nowhere
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| And we do it for the Free, you know that
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| Just vibe, just vibe, just vibe |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Comfortable , by - Mick Jenkins. Song from the album The Water (S), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп