| La-la-la-la-la
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| I know I invited you, I still want you to leave now
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| This is a whole long thing just telling you to leave my mind, leave
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| I woke up down in this dungeon
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| I’ve made mistakes in my judgments
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| I’ve built you up in my head this is my prayer for your reduction
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| You’re not my aunt, uncle or cousin
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| Not your nephew or your husband
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| You think just 'cause you buzzin' you got licence but you doesn’t
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| I hugged you like a glo-worm, come down now cause it’s your turn
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| I ain’t got nothing but time I like that long haul to that slow burn
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| I did too much of my homework
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| Killed my confidence with this research
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| I’ve put people on pedestals ego’s reaction is knee-jerk
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| I’m trying to work on my weakness
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| It’s not all roses and peaches, it’s no secret
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| I’ve found myself in a funk for a whole weekend
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| Over email failures and DMs
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| «Did they get that shit? |
| Should I re-send?»
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| What should I do when I see them?
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| Talk all soft and passive like Cleveland
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| Even wise men can go mindless
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| Voluntarily rocking them blinders
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| It generates all this shyness calling some other human your highness
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| They forgot about when they punched clocks
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| With Capri Suns in their lunchbox
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| Bad haircut with them sunspots
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| Drank fruit punch and wore dumb socks, yeah!
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| You’re not my moms, you’re not my father
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| Not my food, you’re not my water
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| Not your earth, get out my lava
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| What the fuck is my problem?
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| It’s a prayer for the American religion
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| Get out my food, you’re not my java
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| Not my nurse, you’re not my doctor
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| Not my priest, you’re not my lama
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| What the fuck is my problem?
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| It’s a prayer for the American religion
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| It’s not worth my attention
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| Let alone all of these mentions
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| This first time is a warning, the next move is suspension
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| Got my own lapses in thinking, my processes were stinking
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| You’re not Gandhi, you’re not Yoda, you’re not President Linking
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| Give a fuck if you was Oprah, Wolf Blitzer, or Al Roker
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| If you try to put yourself over I’ll laugh at you like The Joker
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| This Hellfyre’s my culture, put magic all in these cold words
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| I’m you as the slogan putting up mirrors instead of these posters
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| Watch me smash all of these idols got my own heavyweight title
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| There’s no upper tier, we’re all peers unless y’all want to be rivals
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| Talent’s just a foundation rapped in festivals and in basements
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| If I ever lost my head I got good friends to replace it
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| Gives a fuck if you’re on TV, you still poop and you still pee-pee
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| You sat down and got started not knowing there wasn’t no TP
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| You got up then and you waddled
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| That shit might happen tomorrow
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| Whether you’re a ball player, a stage actor, or international model
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| I don’t care, neither should no one, I’ll say that shit to Hulk Hogan
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| Obama down to Joe Rogan
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| Head of the studio that made Frozen
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| My brain’s variable tape speed, SubGenius or hayseed
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| Try waving your resume, all the sudden I can’t read, yeah!
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| Get your name, fame can make you evil
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| And that’s the shame cause we done lost so many people
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| It gets ingrained we start behaving like a sheep do
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| This song is a prayer when you should aim it where you need to
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| When you say it they believe you
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| This is a prayer and you should aim it where you need to
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| You’re not my moms, you’re not my father
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| Not my food, you’re not my water
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| Not your earth, get out my lava
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| What the fuck is my problem?
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| It’s a prayer for the American religion
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| Get out my food, you’re not my java
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| Not my nurse, you’re not my doctor
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| Not my priest, you’re not my lama
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| What the fuck is my problem?
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| It’s a prayer for the American religion |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Celebrity Reduction Prayer , by - Open Mike Eagle. Song from the album Persona, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп