| I feel like diddy in my videos
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| I dance like diddy in my videos
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| I used to sit around my mother’s house playing splinter cell
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| And now I’m a double-breasted suit with a centre fold
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| A big fucking leather coat
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| News of the worlds tapped my phones
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| Complimentary gold ring
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| Big megaphone
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| Stick it out my 3rd story window
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| Troll everyone
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| And every time the lost prophets come on I’m shouting my favourite insults
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| Lonely people die alone
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| Common people died in vein
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| Famous people die the most
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| I need a little livener though
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| Give me a heavy starting line like we’re playing the ivory coast
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| I need a big kaleidoscope that see behind your clothes
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| Fucking Hollywood is loathed
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| With these Harvey Weinstein oversized in tiny robes
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| Bunch of dead entertainers and broken xylophones
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| Dear entertainer
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| Please entertain us
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| Play us your favourite song until we all feel miscellaneous
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| Dear entertainer wipe that smug look from your eyes
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| The only difference between you and I and is that you fuckers always die
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| Feel like diddy in my video
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| I feel like Khaled in my Snapchat
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| Brown skin Elvis with blue suede shoes on
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| I feel like Tom Cruise in my black hat
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| Do my own stunts player
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| Run my town I should run mayor
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| Out here with my day 1s on a 1 dayer
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| Couple days pass it’s a 3 dayer
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| Lord Jesus I need sleep need church and I need prayer
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| 1 like 1 prayer
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| 1 light 1 dark
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| 1 guys just rare
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| 3 more back there
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| This is our stage
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| It’s not nice to stare
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| So please look elsewhere
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| I hate the attention I hate it I swear
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| Fuck if we make it, don’t care
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| But maybe this year is our year
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| Dead entertainers
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| Headline out stages
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| Played one too many songs and now the crowd throw rotten tomatoes
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| Dear entertainer we’re both dropping from a high
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| But the only difference between you and I is when we land you’re going to die
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| I feel like snoop at the source awards
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| I feel like I feel like you couldn’t stop me
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| Feel like Pac leaving the MGM lobby
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| Blood on my boots and somebodies tooth
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| Yeah, I ain’t worried
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| On a mad one
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| Lost it brothers that need a compass
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| Criminals if I need an accomplice then I grab one
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| Oi snaps bruv
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| I beg ya call it on
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| He told me calm it down
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| I said that’s sorta long
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| I already did 3
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| And I’ve ordered one
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| I’m talking fucked
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| And strutting round this place like I’m important bruv
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| The lord of nothing wearing my kingship like an ornament
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| It’s hanging from my neck on a chain that’s brighter than all of us
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| Feel like I should slow down
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| Feel like the joker mixed Jonny rotten
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| And Jimi Hendrix a little funky but still its so foul
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| Feeling like I’ve been off beat and on beat this whole bar
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| Fucking hell that’s so wow
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| Who’s to say that every picture-perfect princess that walks by don’t wanna
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| piece of this
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| It’s a tragic misconception that less is more
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| I’m going full throttle best you believe it kids
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| Oooo it’s glitz and glamorous inside the toilet doors
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| Where you’re hid from cameras
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| Fuck that for a laugh
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| I’d rather be dead than cool
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| And anything else just ain’t really ain’t living |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Famous People Die The Most , by - Monster Florence. Song from the album Foul, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп