| i can’t handle my drugs,
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| so blame Sha and his hand for the buds,
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| before these vocals i was tee total till the AK,
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| now i’m back and i’m buzzed
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| get funky, light one up
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| get skunky, so toast to, me!
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| toast to green,
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| about to take hold and take over the scene.
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| or maybe that should be ether it?
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| either way i ain’t an idiot.
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| i did quit smoking weed, but didn’t stop me eating it!
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| P’s raw, and i been poor,
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| so i could never get enough p i need more.
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| see-saw theres 5 saturdays,
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| and i wont be happy till i’ve at least hit 4
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| it’s a long day when your rolling and rocking,
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| and the spin isn’t stopping
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| when you don’t care where you are
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| it’s the wrong day
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| if your looking for sober
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| you can find him hung over for the kids who love to dance.
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| the professor of rhymes,
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| mr dexter met lecter and had one hell of a time
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| a devil disguised, lies!
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| you can tell that i’m high by my festival eyes.
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| festival eyes? |
| aint it a monday?
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| fuck knows! |
| may aswell be a sunday.
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| run away when i take off 6 val’s
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| whoops… straight lose six hours.
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| im back in effect,
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| got shanked in my neck now im back from the dead.
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| but adjusting has been hard,
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| like i give a shit man chicks dig scars.
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| chicks dig me so i dig 'em out,
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| but i keep 'em all, never let them out.
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| got sixteen in my cellar now,
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| yeah i still take bus but i get about.
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| it’s a long day when your rolling and rocking,
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| and the spin isn’t stopping
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| when you don’t care where you are
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| it’s the wrong day
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| if your looking for sober
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| you can find him hung over for the kids who love to dance.
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| love to dance
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| we’re the kids that love to dance.
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| the bad boy’s back boy,
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| on the road with my ipood on singing along to black boys.
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| then skipping along to take that,
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| so take that say what?
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| i hate rap!
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| haha. |
| aint that funny?
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| shitting on rappers like i ate that curry.
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| so? |
| so mind your business.
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| or wind up with stitches, bitches!
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| dickless with yoour wanna-be bars,
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| impotant rappers — all wanna be hard.
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| diss me? |
| you must wanna get parred!
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| faux-par your so 'barge.
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| aint seen a rapper like me yet so far!
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| nah, im gunna take getting used to,
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| the pupil nobody coould get through to,
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| on youtube, in a tutu.
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| it’s a long day when your rolling and rocking,
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| and the spin isn’t stopping
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| when you don’t care where you are
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| it’s the wrong day
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| if your looking for sober
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| you can find him hung over for the kids who love to dance.
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| love to dance
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| we’re the kids that love to dance. |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kids That Love To Dance (feat. Emeli Sandé), artist - Professor Green. Album song Alive Till I'm Dead, in the genre Поп