| Look, woke up early cruise down Westerm Road
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| Whilst them man looking for a mention
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| See a young fan wanna take selfies
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| So I don’t air man, I give man attention
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| See a man tell me it’s all that when I pick up the mic
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| Ain’t no one stepping, see eye to the ball
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| And I rhyme with it
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| If they want foul with it, I’m a kick like Beckham
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| Fuck a foul I get it in, I do my ting they meddling
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| Them man they moving all Medellín
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| Just tryna take my medicine
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| Just tryna teeth my reload
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| Rah thats gonna peak my adrenaline
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| Nah we ain’t gotta speak just be at home
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| Get a knock at the door so I’m telling him
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| All accurate I’m all acc yout
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| Old school you get patched through
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| I’m global I won’t smack you
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| I just pay a man to attack you
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| Ey likkle man I ain’t selling fries or spilling sauce I’m just getting by
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| Saw my man in the bunker
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| You likkle flow they can’t weaponize
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| Woke up early cruise down Western Road with the mandem looking for a motive
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| Conversate by taking the scene by storm, if I do that I’ma be loaded
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| Then I done that with the same time more time when you make money
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| Man wanna hold it
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| Me, I got more time for a day one, don’t buy a fake friend, I’ll pay notice
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| Woke up early thinking about them times sitting in the dark just plotting
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| Before I could write my eye, I write my lines, I write my problems
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| Trials
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| Tribulations
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| I got files
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| They got statements
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| I get riled
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| I get raging
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| And cut smiles, from these pagans
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| Woke up early thinking about them times sitting in the dark just dreaming
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| Before I could roll an L, I strode to hell, I spoke to demons
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| Them man that know me well
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| They know what I’m on, they know I’m scheming
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| And now you can’t trust the wizz
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| The fucking prick
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| The lucky heathen
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| Man can’t tell me about wheelin'
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| Man can’t tell me about dealin'
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| I came out the front door screaming
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| Moaning, I wen’t moaning for no reason
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| Rah man can’t tell me about feelings
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| Man can’t tell me about freedom
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| And man can’t talk about peace
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| Then drop a gun boss same evening
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| Woke up early cruise down Western Road with the mandem looking for a motive
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| Conversate by taking the scene by storm, if I do that I’ma be loaded
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| Then I done that with the same time more time when you make money
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| Man wanna hold it
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| Me I got more time for a day one, don’t buy a fake friend, I’ll pay notice
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| Woke up early thinking about them times sitting in the dark just plotting
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| Before I could write my eye, I write my lines, I write my problems
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| Trials
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| Tribulations
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| I got files
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| They got statements
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| I get riled
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| I get raging
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| And cut smiles, from these pagans |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Western Road , by - Ocean Wisdom. Song from the album Wizville, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп