| So don’t be mad at me
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| I used to breathe asthmatically
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| No strategy for whenever brain
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| Gets going, counting the stars through the growing pains
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| Shoulder blame
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| Foot the bill, take a sugar pill
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| Over the counter drugs, the ones niggas couldn’t feel
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| Like the wooden wheel
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| Ben switched the island with
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| Arms stretched
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| Head high like a lion sit
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| Yeah, I’m trying to get it
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| But where did it go
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| Under 10 inches of that lake-effect snow
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| But I’ma do whatever it takes, so let’s go
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| Let’s go to the projects, let’s go to the moon
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| Shout to Aes Rock for calling out my spoons
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| Shout to hip hoppers I met in high school
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| Y’all saved my life Thursday afternoons
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| (This goes out to the)
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| Ghetto children, making codewords
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| In the projects around the world
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| Ghetto children, fighting dragons
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| In the projects around the world
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| Don’t overlook it though
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| You gotta know what you couldn’t know
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| Yeah I’m good to gone, head scrutinize
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| Put your gloves on and dig for a new surprise
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| It might be supersized, use all your muscles
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| Get in front of the groove just like a hustle, improve
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| The fightin' scuffle, stay sharp for the moment
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| I rhyme for survival so the art is a bonus
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| I was sparked into motion back when Carson was hosting
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| Everything is better when you don’t know nothing
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| I’m grown so I’m always disgusted
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| All these discussions online is mayonnaise versus mustard
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| Mayonnaise people think French can’t be trusted
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| Mustard people think eggs is all busted
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| But fuck it
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| We in it for the pattern interruptions
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| (This goes out to the)
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| Ghetto children, hacking networks
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| In the projects around the world
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| Ghetto children, splicing cables
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| In the projects around the world
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| So don’t be mad at me
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| I overthink things radically
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| King tragedy
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| Prince everlong
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| Never shake up my eight-ball cause it’s never wrong
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| I sing whatever song I damn well please
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| Vintage 5deez or tempted by squeeze
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| My dispensary’s closed and I meant to buy weed
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| I’m salty at the airport in security
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| Tragic is the story of the cookie face king
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| Long black trench on the roof like Sting
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| Pointing bats at my enemies let it be known
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| Pull up at the show hitting every orange cone
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| I park where I want but I cry if I’m towed
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| I don’t really know where it’s right to buy clothes
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| Unregulated labor made all that I own
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| Can I make an impact if I strike the right tone
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| And keep saying words into microphones
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| It goes
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| Ghetto children, solving problems
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| In the projects around the world |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Daydreaming in the Projects, artist - Open Mike Eagle. Album song Brick Body Kids Still Daydream, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп