| But it’s like this, though
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| I’m tired of folks, you know I’m sayin'?
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| Them close minded folks, you know I’m sayin'?
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| It’s like we got a demo tape, but don’t nobody wanna hear it
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| But it’s like this, the South got something to say
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| That’s all I got to say
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| Got your money, got your paper
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| We can run it down tonight
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| Ooh, everybody else a hater
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| I don’t give a damn, you’re right
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| Got your money, got your paper
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| We can run it down tonight
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| Ooh, everybody else a hater
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| I don’t give a damn, you’re right
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| I need four forty-fives and a MAC by my side
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| When I go out of town and I roll them dice
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| You, you went by the Pittsburgh
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| So I gotta intern, hopin' that the test go right
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| I’ve been tossin' and turnin', knowin' that you perfect
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| Baby, you’ve been on my mind
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| Now I’m all alone with a cracked iPhone
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| Sittin' down sideways, stayin' up all night
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| So I gotta fill a void, now I’m back in a Porsche
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| Mikey tellin' me to slow down
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| Hands in the field, now I’m back in the show
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| Damn mic in my hand, guess I’m back in a showdown, yeah
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| Backend, hit it, sold out, did it
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| Guess I’m back on the road, gotta tend to business
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| Came a long way from pickin' up plates, gettin' no tips
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| Havin' to mop and wash dishes
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| Got your money, got your paper
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| We can run it down tonight
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| Ooh, everybody else a hater
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| I don’t give a damn, you’re right
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| Got your money, got your paper
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| We can run it down tonight
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| Ooh, everybody else a hater
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| I don’t give a damn, you’re right
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| Simmer down, it’s summer now
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| Baby, I don’t really wanna hear the run-around
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| I read your mind, but I didn’t mind that you wanna minimize
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| My enterprise and fuck my bag up, back up
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| Backed up with the thoughts in my mind
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| When are we seeing this wedding ring?
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| Will you become a better man?
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| When will you swallow the medicine?
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| Swallow your pride for my ego
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| I need a guy that hide his emotions like Tony Soprano
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| See fifteen therapists, really, it’s really embarrassing
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| None of them bitches have bettered me
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| My temperament still out of whack
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| But at least my paper’s still intact
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| I got two full bags in the backseat
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| And four real homies that’ll back me, yeah
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| Got your money, got your paper
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| We can run it down tonight
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| Ooh, everybody else a hater
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| I don’t give a damn, you’re right
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| Got your money, got your paper
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| We can run it down tonight
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| Ooh, everybody else a hater
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| I don’t give a damn, you’re right |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Run It Down , by - Pouya. Song from the album The South Got Something to Say, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп