| Mr. Sandman
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| Yes?
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| Bring us a dream
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| Give him a pair of eyes
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| With a come-hither gleam
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| Give him a lonely heart like Pagliacci
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| And lots of wavy hair like Liberace
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| Yeah
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| Straight from Limbo
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| Yeah
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| I’m lyin' in the jungle fuckin' cheetahs on the run
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| Burnin' reffa catchin' preachers
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| In the bleachers with the nuns
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| Fuck your features I’m the one
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| The sun is in my glow cup
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| Kissin' on the rum hope my levi fuckin' hoes up
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| Funds will make you blow up
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| Laugh because it’s possible
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| My optical illusions as a student was an obstacle
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| Had to break the fuck out
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| Dropped an armored truck now
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| Fuck your corny teens
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| Those were only fiends
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| We’re more like drug routes
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| Guess we got the plug now
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| Diamonds got the dope bitch
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| In it for the bread so your music always loaves bitch
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| Faith in my own shit
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| Took me out to Jupiter
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| Feelin' like I’m God know for size tellin' Lucifer my dreams
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| And I drew the first scheme a long time ago
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| Apeshit make-shift the basement chronicles
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| Chronologically a part of me the futures optimal
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| Overdosed on ego trips
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| Now I’m at the hospital
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| Layin' next to sanity, tellin' him to fuck off
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| Hand me all the candy weed, I can’t believe I’m stuck off
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| Half a cup of crazy half the youth value shot like
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| Watchin' pregnant babies gettin' rabies on the block
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| Yellin' save me to the cops but
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| I don’t need a gimmick all you rappers tryin act
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| This is rap find a clinic get your mind right
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| Find time to kick it with yourself til' the rhymes tight
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| Life gave me lemons then I flipped it in the limelight
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| Yeah, bitch
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| Yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song R.E.M. , by - Russ. Song from the album Straight from Limbo, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп