| Ayo, it’s nothing but king in the circle huh?
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| Shit, haters die today
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| Love the fans, fuck the people
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| October cold as the sun bitch
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| Landlord took my food away
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| It was spent on late rent
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| All 'cause of this lame job
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| Benches be my day job
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| Wish hunger took its days off
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| Sometimes I just nod off
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| Get full of a jug of water
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| Chug (Chug), Glug (Glug)
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| When honey sandwiches taste like gold
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| When 1−800 calls feel cold
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| When a phone call from home
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| Feel like a phone call from God
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| Call me home
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| How long would this tumbleweed run?
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| Is my belly made of stone?
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| Will I do better? |
| Who better?
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| Seems like these crackers made of gold
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| They made of gold
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| Seems like that everyone around me is doing better than before
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| And God named me after
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| Martyr lessons from a Baptist
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| Wish I did more action
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| And that «It», I wish I had it (And that «It», I wish I had it)
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| Instead all this bad luck getting passed around like murder
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| This Cancerous and Aquarius
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| Drowning in these deep thoughts
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| Gold like a canary
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| Will I fail? |
| Will I fail? |
| Is this that real? |
| Is this that real? |
| Uh
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| If I don’t die then I’ma kill (Kill)
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| Is this that real? |
| Is this that real? |
| Uh
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| If I don’t die then I’ma kill (God)
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| Madman kill us, madman thrill us
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| Mad gorillas and he gave me, he gave me
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| Madman kill us, madman thrill us
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| Mad gorillas and he gave me, he gave me
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| Tell you something that I probably shouldn’t tell
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| Locked up, twenty thou' for the bail
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| Flowers in mail, showers in jail
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| It’s burning my soul like I was in hell
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| I’m burning my bow playing for her
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| Promised my momma I’d stay in the church
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| Won’t lay in a hearse
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| I’m high, I’m drunk, laying a verse
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| Riding in it with my niggas
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| Vibing, praying we gone make it work
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| Saying «Who gone make it first?»
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Like «Who gone make it first?»
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| Vacation, oh
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| All I know is to do me, me
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| I just hope you feel the same, same
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| I just want you to be free, free
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| Recognizing names
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| Everybody that I wanna succeed
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| One goal: stand on your own two feet
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| Making my own soundtrack plus three
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| Lot of laughs, lot of «Fuck yous»
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| So we fill our cups
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| Kinda like a blunt how we spill our guts
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| Middle fingers up to the next man
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| I’m groomed for this life, I’m the best man
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| And I’m less than impressed with you
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| Life is a guest, yeah I guess it’s true
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| Guess it’s true, I’m vibing out
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| I’m vibing out and I’m telling you, yeah
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| Rrreebah, Vacation motherfuckers
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| All I know is to do me, me
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| I just hope you feel the same, same
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| I just want you to be free, free
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| Recognizing names |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Reality Kings , by - Russ. Song from the album Vacation, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп