Somehow… all the drink is on the shirt
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Somehow I seem to hear everything with an echo
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Somehow totul everything moves so slow mo '
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Somehow… I made myself cabbage again, again
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In the same movie slow mo '
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I only wake up at noon, because last night I was a bad cabbage
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I have a program you say I don't have
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I've hated mornings since I was a high school student
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Yesterday I said I would take a break tomorrow
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But the stars don't want to, I don't know why
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Listen to them! |
Change of plans
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SMS from brother, bre, tonight bairam
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Fine! |
Consider me coming
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I'm there when I arrive, good thing I have time
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I'm brushing Jordan a little
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Snapback in the head, so fresh and so clean
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Amen! |
What a beautiful day to be
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And when I want to change, something always stops me
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Somehow… all the drink is on the shirt
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Somehow I seem to hear everything with an echo
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Somehow totul everything moves so slow mo '
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Somehow… I made myself cabbage again, again
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Somehow… all the drink is on the shirt
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Somehow I seem to hear everything with an echo
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Somehow totul everything moves so slow mo '
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Somehow… I made myself cabbage again, again
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You always do the same things
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Maybe you apply the same tricks all the time
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When you work, you wonder what you're doing
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Half the joint when you're dusty, I know, shake it
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And you set it on fire, you don't hold back at all
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You're on a tour of the block with your comrades
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And time seems to stand still, as if waiting for you to return
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But I don't know how the hours go at night
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It's 3 in the afternoon and I'm ready again
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I don't even realize it and it's 10 again
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And 7 comes again and hell passes the night
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I'm still dusty, I'm working on a draft
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I'm doing the album on the way to town
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I hold the bottle with one hand and write with the other
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Now I'm yolo, we'll talk later…
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Somehow… all the drink is on the shirt
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Somehow I seem to hear everything with an echo
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Somehow totul everything moves so slow mo '
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Somehow… I made myself cabbage again, again
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Somehow… all the drink is on the shirt
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Somehow I seem to hear everything with an echo
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Somehow totul everything moves so slow mo '
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Somehow… I made myself cabbage again, again |