| Beer goggles, fear nada
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| My tears dry slow
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| Used to stay up 'til 1am
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| Just to watch the Apollo
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| Used to be scared to sleep
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| My mother might be dead when I woke
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| Reminiscin', heavy visions
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| Gave me chills while I wrote
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| Parasuco’s, late night
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| Ironing my school clothes
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| Cut party, bumpin' NEXT
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| «Baby Getting' Too Close»
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| We was only humpin'
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| I was suckin' titties then
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| Then shit got serious
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| All my niggas hustlin'
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| I was broke as fuck
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| My best friend was gettin' money
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| 2.5 had the Porsche
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| The GS, we was stuntin'
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| Played my little songs in his Range
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| We was frontin'
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| Young, totin' guns just for fun
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| Never bust 'em
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| Hypnotic and Hennessy
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| Enemies, we jumped them
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| Rumbling in the jungle
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| While we stumblin'
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| Wondering, what we done
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| To become hunted
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| Jumped in the Devil’s cauldron
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| With the dumplings
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| From then, my only function been malfunction
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| (Rhythmic Gibberish)
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| My dick floatin' in the bubble bath
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| Plottin' out my future
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| Reflectin' on my past
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| Livin' the now, cause the now is perfect
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| You can’t spoil now
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| The just then, she took off her towel
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| Gave me head like she worship me
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| Like we was married in a past life
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| Like she was readin' me my last rites
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| Gift and a curse, it’s your worst
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| Usurped in inertia
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| Your persistent peril
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| To quench your thirst for nirvana
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| Condoms and sewer water, filled with regrets
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| I moved and put no furniture in my crib
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| Suffocated by my success
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| My destiny sweats
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| Skewing my vision,?
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| Fuel my indecision
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| I ain’t dissin', I’m just venting
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| Fuck that nigga
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| That whole shit was my fault
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| For deferring from my mission
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| Tell my niggas, never count my money
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| Tell these leechin' ass bitches
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| Stay the fuck from me
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| Tell my OGs I love them
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| Never doubt my judgement
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| I got some things in my head
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| That I can’t discuss with them
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| And that’s hard
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| Bombarded by bombs
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| They can blow your ass apart
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| My moms got cancer, told me when I got off tour
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| And it put in perspective what was most important
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| With 'em chasin'
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| The fuckin'? |
| that I’m caught in
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| Deals with Satan
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| The same shit I was avoiding
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| Became the same shit I turned around and deemed important
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| I need my soul
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| Badly eatin' at my sanity
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| My inner sanctum’s being sacrificed for vanity
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| See, I’m forgettin' who I am
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| Or who I planned to be
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| And all my niggas ain’t no help
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| They just as scared as me
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| Remember 'fore ?, swore we’d never change, y’all
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| Now we all afraid to talk
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| But got the same thoughts
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| Perplexin' how you can have everything you want
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| But at the same time have nothin' at all
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| I don’t need nobody’s approval |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Cauldron, artist - Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire. Album song Kismet, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп