| And I’m drunk and I’m blowin I don’t know what I’ma do.
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| Got it cocked, ready loaded,
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| And I’m looking for you,
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| In your nightmare.
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| I’ll be right there.
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| Yeah, uh.
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| You ain’t even in a realm we spit
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| Nightmares
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| Freddy Krueger pencil on my Elm Street shit.
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| Believe none of what you see, none of this shit you’ve heard.
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| I call rolling a blunt of herb turning over a new leaf.
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| A mixture of Biggie and Pac.
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| Going upside your head, with a mic stand at your show,
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| It’s me giving you props.
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| My mind’s pure, I thank Pope,
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| I game 'til the bank’s broke,
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| And my flow’s as overcame as Frank Ocean.
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| It aint a thing to hang a ling, night tears by day.
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| Nightmares of the night like dang to dang.
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| With 6 million ways to end your life,
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| And I chose the tool over the bloody club with the finger knives
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| I’m who you can’t stand, probably leanin You probably dreamin' 'bout Mr. Sandma
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| n mixed with up with Robert Englund.
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| I put it right there to see.
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| How could I ever have a bad dream when a nightmare’s me?
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| Nickel.
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| Hahaha, everything in life comes at a price.
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| It’s time for you to pay.
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| My pen is my paintbrush, I’m forever taking it farther and further,
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| God forbid that I ever extend my arm to murder.
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| You don’t wanna see me with these Shih-Tzu's in a pen, I’m a pit-bull
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| The world needs a new Fritzl doesn’t it!
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| I ain’t thinking about pistols, fuck a stick!
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| I’m more interested in doing some other shit,
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| Planning shit out, and really having some fun with it!
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| Disintegrating your body instead of dumping it!
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| I don’t care how uncomfortable your cupboard is,
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| I’ll be up in it, until I hear your front door opening,
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| You’re coming in, until it’s time to get to work.
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| With the screws and all the other tools that I come here with
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| Yeah I’m fucking sick in the head. |
| Should I operate in silence?
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| Or pick a cassette to drown out the screams as the blade tickles your flesh.
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| I can hear the heart in your chest beat as you plead to me.
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| Until I cut your tongue out when I’m sick of hearing you beg!
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| Should have quit while ahead! |
| You little fuck!
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| You think a little blood is punishment? |
| Enough for all the things that you said
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| Just as the blade I picked to finish you hits your neck, you wake up shivering
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| in your bed.
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| Yeah I’m a nightmare.
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| And I’m drunk and I’m blowin I don’t know what I’ma do.
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| Got it cocked, ready loaded,
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| And I’m looking for you,
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| In your nightmare.
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| I’ll be right there.
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Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nightmares , by - Professor Green. Song from the album At Your Inconvenience, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп