| Fully dilated and that cavity is vacant
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| Your family’s not related and brother’s not a blanket
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| That man wasn’t your father but your momma had to pay the rent
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| Put the pussy on layaway, nobody seen him since
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| Can’t repent
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| Ain’t got a cent just a bunch of lint
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| preacher can’t save em from the street
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| Just enslave em
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| Out of body experience
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| Influenza is contagious
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| Angel laced joints and the faint smell of burnt sages
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| Open up the story ain’t nothing but burnt pages
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| Mama was a prostitute and papa was a rapist
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| Big sister was an arsonist and brother was a racist
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| Anti-brother just bodies no faces
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| Like hookers in the hotel lobby who
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| Mr Murphy on a Thursday fuck flirting
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| Cuz that is burning
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| And the greed in the back of his mind is disconcerting
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| Another line glass of wine another lesson he is learning
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| That he never learned his lesson and his questions need rewording
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| Antidepressants ain’t working
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| So what’s the counter measure?
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| When you encounter over the counter to your medicine
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| Broke down the door cuz them bitches wouldn’t let us in
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| Killed a bigot’s son with expired epinephrine pen
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| Funeral was gaudy, great brethren
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| Fully draped and just contend his mother and her ugly friend
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| But the metamorphosis gorgeous
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| Like the Porsche for five hundred and twenty German horses
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| Momentarily clarity
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| Unidentified sources
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| Immeasurable power when the two combine forces
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| Death killed the flowers of the suicidal orphans
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| Now it’s screaming every hour cuz the coward’s ain’t impressed
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| Make the dark one take a shower and the light one lick her breast
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| Old man in the corner caught her fuck the world in his flesh
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| She just fucked herself, fucked the girl, made a mess
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| How many fucks was given?
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| Well take a fucking guess
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| Sucks when you studied and you still failed the fucking test
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| Charlie in the pumpkin patch smokin weed cuz he’s stressed
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| Feeling minty with his
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| The monkey on his back is not a made knapsack
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| Your brain in a skillet with some flapjacks
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| Thought he could kill it but the monster keeps coming back
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| Had a conversation with the maker but he twist the facts
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| Stun kinda like lightsaber
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| Hit the bubba wax
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| Yeah look good on paper like Malone and Shaq
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| Do me a favor and leave me alone I’m trying to relax
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| Trying to relax
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| Leave me alone I’m trying to relax |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Recollection, artist - Monster Rally. Album song Foreign Pedestrians, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп