| Yea yea, yea yea
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| Yo yea yea yea-o yo yo
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| Yo ya, yea yo, yea yo
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| You say it’s my fucked up tooth
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| I say it’s my fucked up youth
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| Little boy in his home stuck in a cocoon
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| Writing raps before his head go boom
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| Ran away from the drug abuse
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| No duck, duck, goose
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| O lord who cut him loose
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| Now I want all my hoes in two
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| Anything less? |
| Goddamn failure
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| Smoke too much Need an inhaler
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| Mouth like a motherfucking goddamn sailor
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| Most of the industry Palin, Sarah (Sarah Palin)
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| Dumbass motherfuckers
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| Abusing power
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| Yes, men around ya
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| All ya hopped off too much powder
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| I’ma go from Matt Lauer to Jack Bauer
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| In a half hour
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| Put you in a chokehold
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| Not the bullshit you could tap out of
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| Get louder
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| Boom boom, pap pap, take that coward
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| That’s what happen to people like you
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| History repeats itself and, well
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| You know thats true shit
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| You don’t get me?
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| I don’t get you
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| Fuck your blog
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| My mom thinks I’m special
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| Buy a ticket for that train of thought
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| With your so called friends
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| Pretending to respect you
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| Neglect you, trying to indirect you
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| Hand you a noose, and tie it in a pretzel
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| With no one to catch you
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| They kick the fucking chair
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| Well I don’t fucking care
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| N tell you ain’t special
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| Take me down
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| Take me under
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| Lay the Veil
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| Over this wonder
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| Let’s set sail
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| On the ropes now
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| Where do we go now? |
| x2
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| I’ve been staring at the stars for too long, for too long
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| Now I’ve been staring at the stars for too long, for too long, yeah
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| I’m making it hard to breathe they need a respirator
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| I bet you to the type to stand still on the escalator
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| Long days, but miss sight, when you rhyme tight and decide to chase the paper
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| Lonely nights when my songs right, but real shit, fuck life
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| I’ll chase that later
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| Slow down when I’m dead
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| Fell of my bike, revel in the pain
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| Got back up, jumped on the edge
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| Then whipped the grindin' on the fence with pegs
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| 360 to a bunny hop, now it’s 360
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| Cause the bunnies hop on my dick in-stead
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| Don’t tell me it’s raining then piss on my leg
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| Why you complaining? |
| Your shit doing rad
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| You never had patience so you in the red
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| The shit that I’m saying I’ve already said
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| So I will relay it before you are dead
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| Get this through your head
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| This my real voice, (clears throat)
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| You just mad you ain’t got one
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| Always had drive, but I used to ride shotgun
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| Now I’m in the driver’s seat
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| This ain’t a game of hide and seek, I like
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| Pornography, typography
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| I now know what’s my Odyssey
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| And no motherfucker is hot as me
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| Yea, blemish shit don’t bother me
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| I won’t pick up stop calling me
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| This runs through my veins and my arteries
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| Every verse is a bio, ain’t hard to read |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Staring at the Sun , by - Oncue. Song from the album Leftovers 2.1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп