| Not for free
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| No, they know I’m
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| not
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| for free
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| La-la-la-la-la-la-di-da with me
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| Uh
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| The time flies when you spend your nights in the Westin
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| I didn’t know that snakes come in the form of a best friend
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| Who you fakin' for? |
| You ready for your lights, camera, action?
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| This ain’t Trader Joe’s, you payin' for my verses with five 10s
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| I’m on stage alone, what is you doin' with five men?
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| Hit up record stores to see if my new shit has sold out yet
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| And we don’t aim at all, but we hit all of the targets
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| Man, I’m hella spiritual, my soul is nothin' to fuck with
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| Woke up with a bitch, we didn’t have a conversation, man
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| She just creamed on my dick
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| Don’t get involved in altercations, got too much fame for this shit
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| Made so much money I forgot about, like «Who paid for this shit?»
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| I got used to destruction so I’m always causin' problems
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| The only difference between me and you is you’re the bad one
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| I do not socialize with these rappers, I just destroy 'em
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| When times are good, I do not pull my phone out, I enjoy 'em
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| Uh, uh, you’re makin' me mad
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| Bad energy, man, where my palo santo at?
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| Told her «Don't fuck me,» 'cause this shit get sentimental fast
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| But she didn’t listen, we was on the Devil’s lettuce wrap, huh
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| I’m just a social smoker, but I’m a social person
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| My brain yellin' «Stop,» I’m tryna be good like a social worker
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| It’s only two o’clock and this gas put me in a coma
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| Got that fire burnin', I’ll call you back when I’m feelin' sober
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| I’m feelin' pressure from my job lately
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| I guess if I don’t drop a song today, then I’m just lazy
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| I haven’t dropped a thing in months, so what does that make me?
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| But then again, I’m somewhat famous, you supposed to hate me
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| Pissed off with the heat drawn
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| Man, I’ll never stop ventin' 'til the beat stop
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| When the beat drop, get set up for action
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| I just mind my own, man, I don’t write disses, I just write songs
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| But then again, if nobody gets hurt, then where’s the fun?
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| Woke up this morning
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| Nothin' in the fridge, nothin' to eat
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| My stomach talkin' angry to me
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| Went outside, forgot to brush my teeth
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| Jetted over to the corner store
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| Picked up some bubble gum, some passion fruit ice tea
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| Went outside and felt the breeze
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| A young girl walked up the street, came up right next to me
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| She looked me up and down with curiosity
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| Like I was standin' there, but not where I was supposed to be
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| She cracked a smile and said, «Open your eye»
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| «Uh, uh, what the fuck are you talkin' about? |
| I can see just fine»
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| «No, mister,» she said, «but can you answer this question of mine?
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| Where do we go when we die? |
| What is the color of blue if there isn’t a sky?
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| What is the meaning of life?
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| What is a life if a moment can end in the blink of an eye?» |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Sailor, artist - Rich Brian. Album song The Sailor, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп