| Yeah
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| Yeah, all right
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| Gniog peek tsuj, looc s’ti, dnim reven, tiaw, hO
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| ?ni semoc ssab eht erehw ees, morf em trats uoy nac, tiaw
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| Yeah
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| Turn the beat up a little bit
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| Yeah
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| Um
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| Yeah
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| I’ve been rappin' since the apparition
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| G-g-g-god was gonna kill me and I’m glad he didn’t
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| Might have made a bad decision
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| He just left me with an ocean and a bad religion
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| While Mary Magdalene laughin', smokin' a pack of Winstons
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| Up on a church hill, acid trippin' with older men
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| As they tell her stories, she’s seducin' 'em
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| But she only usin' 'em
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| My studio is filled with spirits
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| And every single lyric dedicated to my dearest friends
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| Yeah, and lord knows that we hate the questions
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| So back and forth, exchange faces over why I’m playin' table tennis at dinner
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| I end up so bitter when I lose
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| Defeat hurts, I got scissors in my shoes
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| And I’m dancin'
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| Never got the steps right
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| Loose, I never slept tight
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| But I’ma keep dancin'
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| I did a cannonball off the deep end, my boat was comin' to America
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| Pouch of fairy dust and a little poodle terrier
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| A silver Derringer, a smile for the camera (Take a picture)
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| Split your line up like James Farrior
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| I’ve always been a cowboy, they need me like the cancer cure
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| Weed loud as crowd noise, we just let the amber burn
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| Wiffle Balls, child’s toys, ain’t fuckin' with amateurs
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| I’m Ken Griffey on the Mariners
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| Okay, I’m way beyond the boundaries, outside of parameters
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| The rap chancellor, jacket made of camel fur
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| And Clockwork got every single answer 'cept time
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| I’ve experienced every feelin' except fine
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| I’m line dancin' again |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It Was Onyx , by - Onyx. Song from the album Shut 'Em Down, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп