| They say no one is a prophet in their hometown
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| I guess they never watched how it all goes down
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| I did though, now the red carpets roll out
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| They say nobody is a prophet in their home town
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| Rocking shows that is sold out (Oh my)
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| All had I to do was to watch how it goes down
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| See my pockets, they bulge now (Oh my)
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| They say nobody is a prophet in their home town
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| Rocking shows that is sold out (Oh my)
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| All had I to do was to watch how it goes down
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| Now the red carpet’s rolled out (Oh my)
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| Watch how it go down
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| Watch how it go down
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| You see my focus is clear, this life of rhyme had my mind boggled
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| Grew better over the years life like wine bottles
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| I’m a night owl, a rare breed that is hardly seen in daylight like Royce the
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| 5'9 without goggles
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| So why follow mayflies, just try to dodge the latest trends and label me
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| creative, when I ink dip my favorite pen
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| I ain’t riding no title waves of a famous friend It’s not my forte,
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| when I make them ends meet
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| This ain’t music this is love that has never rusted but I’m a few bucks short
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| of poetic justice
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| Like I carrying on a ton of bricks up the seven summits on an empty stomach,
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| grinding is a heavy luggage
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| To fuck with, thats how I got humble But I fumble like a blind couple,
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| trying solve to this life puzzle
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| But I do this on a daily though I gots ta keep on moving 'til my future got a
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| gravy glow, paid in full
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| They say nobody is a prophet in their hometown
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| Rocking shows that is sold out (Oh my)
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| All had I to do was to watch how it goes down
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| See my pockets, they bulge now (Oh my)
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| They say nobody is a prophet in their hometown
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| Rocking shows that is sold out (Oh my)
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| All had I to do was to watch how it goes down
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| Now the red carpet’s rolled out (Oh my)
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| With a all due respect now who can relate to do maneuvers from the sewers to
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| the roof of the scrapes
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| Noodle soup on the plate, doing mistakes on a daily
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| All gravy when I learned to use tools of the trade
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| So to whom it may concern, who’s aiming to make the tables turn
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| In layman terms, I’m the early bird who ate the worm
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| It’s just the way I earned my way with profound thinking
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| So my plans panned out like a surround sound system
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| Now listen, at times I’m out of luck
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| Had to swallow pride, but my persona spat out wasabi nuts
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| In order to get the pressure of the chest like corrupt cops undercover when
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| they wired up
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| The plot thickens, so I try to make the moments last It’s like my soul is
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| trapped, inside a vintage phonograph
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| It’s longevity in the end, so as long as I hold a pen
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| It’s integrity over trends and keep pushing
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| They say nobody is a prophet in their hometown
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| Rocking shows that is sold out (Oh my)
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| All had I to do was to watch how it goes down
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| See my pockets, they bulge now (Oh my)
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| They say nobody is a prophet in their hometown
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| Rocking shows that is sold out (Oh my)
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| All had I to do was to watch how it goes down
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| Now the red carpet’s rolled out (Oh my)
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| Watch how it go down
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| Watch how it go down
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| Watch how it go down (Oh my)
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| Watch how it go down (Oh my)
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| Watch how it go down (Oh my) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Oh My , by - Prop Dylan. Song from the album To Whom It May Concern, Pt. 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп