| (I don’t know where I’m going
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| Like a feather in the air
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| Hope the good wind starts blowing
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| Send me soaring, unaware)
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| (Send me soaring)…
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| (Send me soaring)…
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| Yup, I just got back with some Colorado bud
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| I got so much, it’s like California love
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| West coasting, hide in the mud
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| So high, like a cloud in the sun
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| I’ll glide, there’s no doubt like when
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| Sipping on the serve while I rock it with the hen
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| I ain’t mad, just we really ain’t friends
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| It’s been a long while, but that was way back when
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| Never mind, I ain’t trying to reminisce
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| I’m living for the minute, I ain’t trying to remember this
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| Live a while but might talk a lot of shit
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| What, bet a hundred bucks, got to back it up quick
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| But no luck, boy, I’ll bust your lip
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| Might look slim, but I ain’t no bitch
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| Nah, and I ain’t that rich
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| Keep flashing that cheese and I’ll cash your chips
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| Baby, baby, motivate me
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| Call me, text me, like me, hate me
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| Baby, we can roll up daily
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| Finally, all we got is hazy
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| Baby, baby, motivate me
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| Call me, text me, like me, hate me
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| Baby, we can roll up daily
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| Finally, all we got is hazy
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| (I don’t know where I’m going
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| Like a feather in the air
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| Hope the good wind starts blowing
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| Send me soaring, unaware)
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| Vegas, Vegas, green know Afghanistan
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| Take us, straight up, like Charlie Corses in France
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| London, Ashdale, I’m extra-terrastrial
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| Milledgeville, phone home
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| Say, «Who is this?» |
| «Fish Scales!»
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| First week in Berkeley, Berkeley to Erskine
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| That’s UK, not bubble bringer
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| Top that, toupee
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| Dubai, Nottingham, Waterloo Bay with Miley Grahams
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| Nova Scotia in the trailer park, like Oakland raiders to the lost ark
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| Yellowstone, wool park, Alabama, we’re rich, boy
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| Panama, not PCB
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| This real yoga, not TCB
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| Best IHOP is in Memphis
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| Pimp shit’s my holidays
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| My sun is out of my English muffin
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| You surely noticed a difference when I pull a plan that’s man as shit
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| Social club and her better shit
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| My little brand name so Anna chick
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| My south side, Baydanal clique
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| Raise up, raise up, we all over, raise up
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| Cadillac on 80-something
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| We too much, can’t save us
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| Baby, baby, motivate me
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| Call me, text me, like me, hate me
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| Baby, we can roll up daily
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| Finally, all we got is hazy
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| Baby, baby, motivate me
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| Call me, text me, like me, hate me
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| Baby, we can roll up daily
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| Finally, all we got is hazy
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| (Send me soaring)…
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| (Send me soaring)… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hazy , by - Nappy Roots. Song from the album The 40 Akerz Project, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп