| Sip!
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| I’ve been drinkin' all this water
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| Piss ain’t never been so clear, I’ll be a martyr
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| Right in front yo' face make no mistake
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| I rolled the trees and took the truth right to the face
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| This ginger ale is for your daughter
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| Or your shorty or whatever
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| A shortage of clever, we comin' up shorter than ever (tell 'em)
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| Electrical shortage, it’s all in your circuit
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| I’m workin' like scissors and not less you sparkin' it better
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| We sparked the discussion
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| Spark 'to yo' light bulb, just call me Confucius, we causin' concussions
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| They callin' me conscious, a Jimminy Cricket
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| Unfortunate events, got me writin' it like Lemony Snicket
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| Perils of wisdom all in the pictures
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| Depicted y’all niggas know how I roll it
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| Know that I’m focused, know that I know what I’m holdin' is golden
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| (Hurt Everybody)
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| Southside nigga, seen a whole lot of shit
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| Six point stars and a whole lotta dope
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| With a shooter that don’t miss, that’s a whole lotta bricks
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| The city that raised me, the people that taught me
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| The difference is crazy
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| It’s all love though, know that I’m a share my light when your vision gets hazy
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| Speak your mind or make your mark and I’m a spark and I’ll be dead,
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| they’ll be blessed if I die (And I know you know)
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| I keep a pistol and the Bible if they try me ain’t no killer but guarantee
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| they’ll get got (I know you know)
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| I know that I’m wrong, but the Chi is all I’ve known (I know you know)
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| You could break my bones, you could tweak my, it will always be my home
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| I was on the back porch gettin' faded, cup of ginger ale and them peanut butter
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| loafers
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| like that so contagious, swear I told myself that I’d never be a smoker
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| Fail, watch me inhale
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| Hot box had a dumb nigga in jail
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| Cops start young niggas piled in the whip
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| Kings of the street, they was crownin' the Vic
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| Bail was like five hundred, my lil homie down, everyday I pay her back
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| Second degrees and negligent seas and apologies can’t bring a dog back, facts
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| We off that slim, got a little fifth of Jack
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| We off that feelin' like Daniel
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| Pray for the niggas that’s lyin', they don’t wanna see me dismantle
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| Put it on wax like a candle
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| Send it to the blogs, I can see the fear
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| Put it in yo' prayers, send it to yo' God
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| Niggas so flawed with the fraud if you act then the gat will applaud
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| Got a passion like Patrick I come off the block
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| Grindin' 'til holes in my shoes like I’m runnin' in Crocs
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| Don’t slip I don’t run in my socks
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| Time is money, I’m all out of clock, nigga wake up
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| Wake up my nigga you sleepin'
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| I know that you thirsty, you ain’t drinkin' water, my nigga you tweakin'
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| And I’m a be right here in my spot
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| A little more free than I already got
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| Trippin' off you cause you had your shot
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| Nigga wake up
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| Speak your mind or make your mark and I’m a spark and I’ll be dead,
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| they’ll be blessed if I die (And I know you know)
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| I keep a pistol and the Bible if they try me ain’t no killer but guarantee
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| they’ll get got (I know you know)
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| I know that I’m wrong, but the Chi is all I’ve known (I know you know)
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| You could break my bones, you could tweak my, it will always be my home |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dehydration , by - Mick Jenkins. Song from the album The Water (S), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп