| Bright Lights, in the big old city
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| Bright lights and giants, and just little old me Some nights I imitate
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| My favourite scenes from my favourite films On a table top, and it makes for
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| chills
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| Pulp fiction pulp fiction
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| My eyes feel so distant like Uma It’s too much
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| I fucked up my vision
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| I’m twisted I’m twisted now
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| But they ain’t listening nah
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| Pulp fiction I need my prescription To feed my addiction
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| I’m missing I’m missing something
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| But they ain’t listening, nah
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| Zeds dead baby
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| But that ain’t my destiny nah Empathy
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| Feel it for me
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| Still ignore me
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| You’re my enemy yeah
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| Chemistry elements exposed to the energy now
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| Let me free elevate this state to the end of me yeah
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| Pulp fiction is twisted in my wisdom
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| Envisioning my diction through blistered eyes is different
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| I see pain
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| Aborting all that I’ve thought is raw
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| It’s d day
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| Running through the sands only plan is to be safe
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| Don’t be late
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| I’m in a bad way
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| Tryna regain
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| My senses
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| It’s senseless
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| This sensitive ending defenceless
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| Pulp fiction pulp fiction
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| My eyes feel so distant like Uma It’s too much
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| I fucked up my vision
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| I’m twisted I’m twisted now
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| But they ain’t listening nah
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| Pulp fiction I need my prescription
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| To feed my addiction
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| I’m missing I’m missing something
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| But they ain’t listening, nah
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| Bright Lights, addictions Suspending our visions
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| All hail the ring master
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| Who makes the decisions
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| Unhinge the system
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| The stage lights will glisten
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| Yes, I stole the dagger
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| You thought you were missing
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| Fire in the room when the doors ain’t locked
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| Locked in the dungeon and the rain ain’t stopped
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| Fire in your eyes when your heart has stopped
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| Lights on stage when the start is not
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| Sweat drips down but you forgot
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| The dagger is mine but the corpse is not
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| You played the game but its fiction
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| You always wanted to be a movie star
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| And for your 10th birthday your Mumma bought you a new guitar And you played it
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| loud and sounds like this
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| And you stayed up late like an like alchemist
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| Just cooking up potions
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| How we out grown the niggas we grown on
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| Tell god i need a bigger opponent
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| And brain that dont think till its swollen
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| Plus, a cocaine Lyndsey Lohan
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| To put the whole thing on my insta moments
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| I’m inside getting top from my golden
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| And niggas out here taking shots like Ronin
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| Like were ever gonna stop for the moment
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| Ducking shots like Adrien Broner
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| I used to pray every night on my lonesome
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| That I see these bright lights full focus
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| Shit I don’t seem chosen no more as these walls seem to close in
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| A hall full of ghosts and omens and fuck I recognise all of them |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pulp Fiction, artist - Monster Florence. Album song Foul, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп