| Its fair to say the game is at the special place right now
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| I’ll argue the best and the decade maybe even 20
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| Rap music comes and goes, rap artists here then gone
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| Rapsody she’s here to stay, she got game better yet she got the game.
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| (laughs) ya’ll ready?
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| It’s
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| Toca Tuesday
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| the mood gray
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| Another average news day
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| Stomache rumbling I’m watchin blue ray
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| Cleaning out my suitcase
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| Thinking maybe souffle
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| Will suit my menu looking thru my closet ain’t no Gucci
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| Pile of laundry just as dirty as this scene that now play
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| Counting on my fingers tryna make thru it da pay day
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| Neighborhood kids running round loud as lightening
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| Peep thru my blinds they horse playing fake fighting, shit
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| Remember when I did the same
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| Posted up after games
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| All the older guys knew me just cause of my daddy’s name
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| So I was always well behaved could never bring the family shame
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| Played ball yesterday and rolled my ankle, still in pain
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| Should probably ice it but I’m feeling lazy, I don’t care
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| After this go off
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| I’ll watch a marathon of Cliff and Claire
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| I need to wash my hair but I ain’t doing that neither
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| Finished all the laundry so I’ve earned myself another breather
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| I’ll skip the souffle and probably just order some pizza
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| My neighbor two doors down son alway smokin' reefa
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| Been in my room all day blasting these weak computer speakers
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| Between these bare walls with all these retro Jordan sneakers
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| Last day of school and damn Ms Brann ain’t a teacher
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| Hope I retire just as early I’ll spend it eating Pitas
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| In Grant FILAs, Nautica sweats and wife beaters
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| And spend my summers telling my kids about Derek Jeter
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| I grew up off Merita used to learn Spanish in school
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| Grew up forgot it all but, ehhh my English is cool
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| So much they say my words in Spain and up in Jeruz
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| Spent my day doing nothing its just my current mood
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| I spent my day doing nothing its just mood
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| I spent my day doing nothing, I ain’t that cool like
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| I spent my day doing nothing it’s just my groove
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| I spend my day doing nothing my attitude like
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| My attitude like
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| Fuck the world
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| Attitude like
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| Fuck, Fuck, Fuck the world
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| Attitude like
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| Fuck the world
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| Currently, I’m secluded with my all passion
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| I wonder if I’m slightly depressed from all thee harassment
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| Like «when you gon get you a job?» |
| my sister keep asking
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| In a weird space, but ain’t overdosing no aspirins
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| Another movie night will get my mind tighter
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| Thinking Tiger
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| I can bounce BACK from anything I’mma fighter, I’mma fighter
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| Saw a spider now I’m creeped out
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| I sleep wit my mouth tighter
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| Sippin apple cider, I need to add this onto my rider
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| Random thoughts in my lonely head
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| The moon red, I ain’t a begger, but I beg to differ like a leper
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| Won’t add me in your circle, all good I’ll make my own
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| Know I look crazy talking to myself all alone
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| Wonder if it really help to write it, if you do it stoned?
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| Hell naw gimme clarity,
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| I fell upon a basketball game
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| Got me thinking back when I was young
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| I was good, niggas used to watch me like a Game of Thrones
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| They used to all tell me «you too short to play ever»
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| So I gave up and in college ain’t play never
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| Thought to myself «naw this won’t be same»
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| So I got myself up 'cause I was made for game |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song A Song About Nothing , by - Rapsody. Song from the album She Got Game, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп