| As the Lord swings the pendulum
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| 'Round and 'round, the Lord swings the pendulum
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| As the Lord swings the pendulum
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| 'Round and 'round, the Lord swings the pendulum
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| When it ain’t nothing left to be, for these hoes, but a bitch
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| Ain’t nothing left to heat on the stove, but a brick
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| Ain’t nothing left to eat for the po', but the rich
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| As the Lord swings the pendulum
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| Time to divvy up your pieces with the deal
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| All my people gon' be speaking what they feel (What they feel)
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| All my people gon' be eating what they kill (What they kill)
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| Rob the rich and leave 'em with the fucking bill
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| Nigga, we gon' rob the rich and leave 'em with the fucking bill
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| We gon' rob the rich and leave 'em with the fucking bill
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| Rob the rich and leave 'em with the fucking bill
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| Roll this weed with your degrees up in Hell
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| As the Lord swings the pendulum
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| 'Round and 'round, the Lord swings the pendulum
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| 'Round and 'round, the Lord swings the pendulum
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| As the Lord swings the pendulum
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| 'Round and 'round, the Lord swings the pendulum
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| All y’all dudes is straight facades, you just lie and scheme
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| Mark Cuban 'round your shooters, you just buy a team
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| Started beef on IG and hide behind a meme
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| Dark secrets, closet probably look like Halloween
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| Y’all come out the closet just to market y’all new garbage
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| I’m inside your bitch apartment, dick is parked about nine inches in the carcass
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| Like Mister Marcus
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| Too narcissistic to be licking carpet
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| Too artistic to nut, this a catharsis
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| Fuck all that shit you talking
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| Y’all won’t stand, y’all won’t kneel, all y’all with is marching
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| Hard labor for your racist Caucasian bosses
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| Talkin' straight into a wire while it’s taped across you
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| I’m still learning, wheels turning, tryin' to get the fortune
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| My side chick is still burning out, my dick is scorching
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| Talkin' 'bout, «I think I’m pregnant, I’m not with abortion»
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| Any child that slides out you is an instant orphan
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| That’s why it’s nothing left to be, for these hoes, but a bitch
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| It ain’t nothing left to heat on the stove, but a brick
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| It ain’t nothing left to eat for the po', but the rich
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| As the Lord swings the pendulum
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| Time to divvy up your pieces with the deal
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| All my people gon' be speaking what they feel (What they feel)
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| All my people gon' be eating what they kill (What they kill)
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| Rob the rich and leave 'em with the fucking bill
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| Nigga, we gon' rob the rich and leave 'em with the fucking bill
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| We gon' rob the rich and leave 'em with the fucking bill
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| Rob the rich and leave 'em with the fucking bill
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| Roll this weed with your degrees up in Hell
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| As the Lord swings the pendulum
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| 'Round and 'round, the Lord swings the pendulum
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| 'Round and 'round, the Lord swings the pendulum
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| As the Lord swings the pendulum
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| 'Round and 'round, the Lord swings the pendulum
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| Your video got four million hits
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| Oh shit, somebody told you, «You're rich»
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| You been mixing up your passion with your goals for that fix
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| For that rose, for that risk, for that blow, for that sniff
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| I was still a slave just four hundred years ago
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| Going massive for a cracker wearing a robe
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| And I just did a deal for my masters and my soul
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| For that whip, whole clan is in the Phantom
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| Damn, the roles have been switched
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| Look, I’m tryna just survive until my payday
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| Dodging these piranhas tryna rob me, thots around me hollering, «Date rape»
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| This bitch that’s with me now, all she like to do is kiss and sixty-nine
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| All she gets is time, shit, I ain’t signed to TreyWay
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| Now, I’m falling in a downward spiral
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| My main ho is Bow Wow’s side ho with «model» in the bio
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| I’m startin' to sound dated
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| 'Cause I ain’t paid attention to the climate since the Nae-Nae
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| I remember sprayin' Cris', hanging, playin' Hurricane Chris, «Ayy, Bay, Bay»
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| Now I’m syrup sipping, can’t sniff, playin' «Dre Day»
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| Now, don’t nobody come and kick it, damn, Pelé
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| Wishin' that I had one wish, playin' Ray J
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| I feel like I’m sittin' on a plane that’s goin' down
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| And I’m a pigeon with no wings, sayin', «Mayday»
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| Calm down, it’s your pilot, first class the way you flyin'
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| Fuck them niggas that’s in coach
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| They too far, can’t see you rollin'
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| Mad that Coach designed your coat
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| I seen it all before, one-minute-later shit
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| The next one, niggas ain’t gotta commode to take a shit in
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| Now they in they feelings, reminiscin'
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| Talkin' 'bout, «Remember when in,» nigga, no, I don’t
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| If it ain’t business, we ain’t never spoke
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| Don’t try to stop me when I’m in the airport
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| To take a pic, 'cause I won’t even pose with you posers
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| Sorry, I don’t know ya
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| On my mama, nigga
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| This my shit, nigga, I’m taking it right now, nigga
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| 2019 is my year
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| I recorded the whole mixtape in 24 hours, nigga
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| And I dropped it the next day, on MyMixt—
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| You niggas is trash bruh, making all this trash ass fucking music, bruh
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| Saturatin' the fucking game, bruh, get the fuck out of my wave, bruh
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| I sat back 2018, I sat back 2017, and watch all you lame ass rap niggas bruh,
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| sit down and fuck the whole rap game up, bruh
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| Trolling and shit, bruh |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pendulum , by - Royce 5'9. Song from the album The Allegory, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп