| It’s falling into the same old mistakes
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| It’s television and your channels are changed
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| Before your signals and handles away
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| And where you went when the vandals invade
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| And it goes like:
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| Watch the clock it’s unplug the sockets
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| Fox in the hedge of ox edge and pockets
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| Froze violence of the flow gentle island
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| Curse like a sailor that’s broke, pale, and squallin'
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| The ball cannon blast laughs last, believe me
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| Volcanic ash and it falls back to B. C
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| Your culture is crazy when y’all prays to TVs
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| From the malls and the stations to the break wall graffitis
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| We don’t need no president smiling from the safe house
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| Stir the food what other days, what happened to the tapes now
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| Isn’t life remember X the mental state of break down
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| Exposure to the looking glass a cookie from the waist down
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| Ruby on some super-dupe whining for the press stills
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| Sitting ducks at carnivals with tilted fitted fletch bills
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| Iffy from a jump jump he drum pumping pet pills
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| Automatic trouble trap and double platinum get kill
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| It’s falling into the same old mistakes
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| It’s television and your channels are changed
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| Before your signals your handles away
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| And where you went when the vandals invade
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| Truth truth drop drop diamonds in the rough spot
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| Surf surf crime waves, lining up at bus stop
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| Work work eat eat feeling like you’re hijacked
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| Back back hate hate the people want their minds back
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| Tip the weight of it but don’t break the ice man
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| Current out a jettison and net him when the kites land
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| Who controls the pigeons pissing who’s on your flight plans
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| Tonight we ready rumble packs and stumble back with fright fans
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| Had it all been up to us, we double up on scotch guard
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| Play the cards that we get dealt, tell chicks that we’re rock stars
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| Flood the place with kerosene and lift the Zippo’s top off
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| Tonight the smokey light of post we’re riding in on Doc Marts
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| Coast, the kings of his bring back the 8−0
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| 8 way sand of the panic attack NATO
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| Day to day mannequins
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| Rain coat is lying
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| Spurs dig deep into the eye horse saddle up
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| Twin peaks fire ball shit creek paddle stuff
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| Get some lose more just protect your raffle stubs
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| Notify the captain and he’s laughing when he gaffled us
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| Jack beef fatal and nasal about the allergins
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| Outlaws renegades warriors and paladins
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| Balance on the wire tight balls with the power spins
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| Trying to find the piece of me that went down with the tower twins
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| It’s falling into the same old mistakes
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| It’s television and your channels are changed
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| Before your signals and handles away
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| And where you went when the vandals invade
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| Truth truth drop drop diamonds in the rough spot
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| Surf surf crime waves, lining up at bus stop
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| Work work eat eat feeling like you’re hijacked
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| Back back hate hate the people want their minds back |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brand New Vandals, artist - Rob Sonic. Album song Sabotage Gigante, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп