| It’s a new year
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| Got a new feeling
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| I’ma do some numbas going through the ceiling
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| All these supervillans
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| They need supervision
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| Tryna use my vision
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| To improve they rhythm
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| But they off beat
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| I stay in the pocket
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| Like a bitches wallet
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| In a business office
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| Man I put it off and they’re ain’t no limit stop it
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| Tryna finish projects
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| Fore I’m in a coffin
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| Called a legacy
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| I got so many things waiting ahead of me
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| Tryna be 17
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| Feeling like 23
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| No one can get to me
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| I’m tryna blow they mind, before they mine Kennedy
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| Blow some rhymes, before they’re no lines left for me
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| Open mind so they can all shine next to me
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| And when I make it out or alive
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| I doubt I’d inspire
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| But when I’m always winning
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| Man I don’t mind jealousy
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| You know I gotta stop all the bragging shits
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| So many haters SMH the acronym
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| Tryna get a couple OMG’s
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| Or a WTF he is so sexy!
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| I got no Bently
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| Beat is so deadly
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| Walked up to the rap club no entry
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| And I feel little like I won’t get see
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| Because I’m so white
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| What if I don’t get me
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| Cause I’m coming at this music with a different set of ideas
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| Tryna build my own crib like it’s Ikea
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| Here’s a pro tip
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| Take no tips
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| From people who ain’t pros yet
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| Bitches always so stressed
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| Cause they tryna find the greatest gay nation
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| In dreams we’re all tryna stay awake
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| Everyday I’m getting up to 808's
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| Day to day household tryna pave away
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| People with the problems
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| Have the most advice like
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| Why don’t you sort your own life
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| Don’t come close to mine
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| I’m mostly fine
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| So please leave me alone to whine
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| And next time you talking shit please bring me an open mind
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| Cause people locked in they own ideas and straitjackets
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| I’m David Blane’s magic
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| I’m helping you break past it
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| I’m tryna raise havoc
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| Not 'tryna stay savage'
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| Trying to make balance
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| While finding my great passion
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| I’m climbing to get up this
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| While witnessin' in-justice
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| By people who in 'love with'
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| Or based off of skin colors
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| This shit is so dis-gusting
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| I’m seeing it in public
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| I’m tryna make sense of it
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| Here in the dis-cussion
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| And I close my eyes and go to sleep
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| Waiting until they notice me
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| Waiting till my creation are making everything so complete
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| My-
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| Thoughts are scattered
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| I find-
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| Lots of patterns
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| I try-
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| Not to let it get my
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| Plots and ashes
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| The system is giving them a two pads
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| Like choose that
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| I’m turning my bruise back
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| Say fuck it to boot straps
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| I’m wearing my own shoes, through that
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| Huge path
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| Ahead of me
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| One that I’m trying to pave with that
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| New rap celebrity
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| Sometimes it’s superficial
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| And something that’s so enticing
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| Something that’s so inviting
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| I gotta show when it’s biting
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| Yeah
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| Tropical bars man
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| Yeah
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| That’s all I really needed to say
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| Yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tropical Bars , by - Quadeca. Song from the album Bad Internet Rapper, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп