| Yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| I got a keep a facade
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| I got a play it cool
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| Like when you with a girl and she go away to school
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| Gonna get a leather shirt, my stomach never hurts
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| Strong face, strong jaw, shown through my competitors
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| I tear my ACL, and wouldn’t even limp
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| I keep my head up high, so I can read the blimps
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| Don’t even scream if something hot burns my finger tips
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| I just wait a couple seconds then I reattempt
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| Had a weird childhood, my shit was wild hood
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| But crying ain’t my style cause I can smile good
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| I don’t take shit personal, I don’t get jealous
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| You can leave my name off, you can misspell it
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| I ain’t with yelling
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| I ain’t even mad
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| I ain’t screaming, catching feelings, and breathing bad, yeah
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| My favorite phrase is «so what?»
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| I’m stone-cut, I’m bad to the bone, no need to blow up
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| Calm before the storm or something
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| I ain’t cried since '94 or something
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| My legs tired cause I been running things
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| That shit is exhausting, I’m in a ton of pain
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| But I’m no selling, I’m no selling, I’m no selling, I’m no selling
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| Tryna write fire, my pen full of flame
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| That shit burned my hand, I’m in a ton of pain
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| But I’m no selling, I’m no selling, I’m no selling, I’m no selling
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| I won’t sweat it, it happened to brothers every year
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| I hit my thumb with a hammer and wouldn’t shed a tear, yeah
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| Still waters, I’m running real deep
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| Airplane hit turbulence, shit, I’m still 'sleep
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| I hit my knee on the bed corner and run a sprint
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| I cried once, but haven’t for every summer since
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| For those of you that’s doubting, I take it that far
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| I had an asthma attack during the last bar
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| My legs tired cause I been running things
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| That shit is exhausting, I’m in a ton of pain
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| But I’m no selling, I’m no selling, I’m no selling, I’m no selling
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| Tryna write fire, my pen full of flame
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| That shit burned my hand, I’m in a ton of pain
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| But I’m no selling, I’m no selling, I’m no selling, I’m no selling
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| You ain’t coming then send a note
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| That shit get to me, I pretend it don’t
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| I gotta keep a facade
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| I gotta play it cool
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| Like when you with a girl and she away in school
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| Gonna get a leather shirt, my stomach never hurts
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| Strong face, strong jaw, shown through my competitors
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| It ain’t me in this spot, wishing it could’ve been
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| The homie got that shit, well fucking good for him
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| That part
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| Right there |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Selling (Uncle Butch Pretending It Dont Hurt) , by - Open Mike Eagle. Song from the album Brick Body Kids Still Daydream, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп