| This 8: 04 in Pacifico
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| (I better find your lovin, I better find your heart)
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| Chapo out there acting crazy
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| (I better find your lovin, I better find your heart)
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| Humpin pillows and shit
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| That’s wild
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| Look, Look
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| North Face on, body colder than it’s ever been
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| You niggas fans, that’s evident
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| 30 year old men that still dress like teenagers developin'
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| You do whatever to stay relevant
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| Used to play with that neck roll, I was fully equipped
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| The yellow jacket captain, no wonder I’m steering the ship
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| I always had that ambition, I was that kid bangin pots in the kitchen
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| Spoiled only child I never listened I always got my way
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| That’s probably why I’m not too good at taking no for answers
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| I learned to go get it myself everytime no one answered
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| Somewhere in Idaho, where my papa was fighting cancer
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| I called my mama, she front like she was a happy camper
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| Quiet when it mattered, really at a loss
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| Acing all my comm classes, still can’t get my point across
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| What’s the point NCAA testing can’t roll a joint
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| But honestly I’d rather be Kanye West than a Colt McCoy
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| Niggas actin funny but you know the boy
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| Every time I drop you niggas overjoyed
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| We need more Kendricks and less Soulja Boys
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| I am the walking personification of 'life is what you make it'
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| They wanna make me a criminal but they’re sadly mistaken
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| I’m the new Dennis Richmond, the whole bay tuned in
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| It’s time to clean house 'fo we move in
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| These young niggas that get a hot track then get (raped?) on their contract
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| Shelved, then they get their spot snatched
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| Fuck with the Rexx
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| You ain’t changed in years, I’m unimpressed
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| Ignorant about yo money got you gettin finessed
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| I hear the whispers bout my situation, nigga I’m blessed
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| If you made some better music they would probably invest
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| Hella backpack rappers with cosigns
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| All the hype around yo album should be subpar, most times
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| Sat down with Pharrell
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| Played my music he said it’s fire as hell
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| Same day, layed a hook for Mozzy, shit fire as well
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| I am in another dimension, bruh, we ain’t parallel
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| I am watching my life evolve into a fairy tale
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| Cause I worked on my craft instead of crafting an image
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| And some shit I thought was cool for an instagram picture
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| I swear, that I really been that nigga
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| I came a long way for a big black nigga
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| On life
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| (I better find your lovin, I better find your heart)
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| (I better find your lovin, I better find your heart)
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| (I better find your lovin, I better find your heart)
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| «These were feelings that I had never expected I would feel in this life
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| Because I always felt alienated, self-conscious, and slightly separate
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| Because as long as you’re in your thinking mind exclusively
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| Since your mind takes an object, you’re always one thought away from where life
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| is
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| You’re always thinking about it
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| So you’re always just one thought away
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| It’s the sense of alienation that comes from thinking about life rather than
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| being life»
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| «You gon' make it man, you gon' make it
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| I’m hopin imma be here when you do it, right
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| But I know, that you gon' do it
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| I really do, I have no doubts about that»
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| «I be up 3 or 4 o’clock in the mornin when I can’t sleep (I know you do)
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| And all I do is just go in there
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| And I just go to read the tweets
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| That’s all cause I’m like 'what are they sayin about my son now? |
| '» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ventilation, Pt. 3 , by - Rexx Life Raj. Song from the album Father Figure 2: Flourish, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп