| Yeah
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| I’m drinking heavy, smoking often
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| Running from the devil, thank God I think I lost him
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| But I move with caution, head is on a swivel
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| All you bitches bite, I’m tryin' to find the one that nibbles
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| Ain’t got time to play the fiddle meaning, no strings attached
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| These rappers act like champions but don’t have rings to match
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| I’m Kobe and I’m Shaq, they gon' hang my jersey up
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| Wheels in the sky keep on turning, yeah this journey’s tough
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| Feel like I got hernias, every time I wake up
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| That’s probably why my glass is full, probably why my J’s stuffed
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| But I’m making beats and skipping sleep until my day comes
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| Running through these hoes, grab my Gucci’s and I lace them
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| Sorry Mom I said it, Sorry Dad I did it
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| I know this ain’t the life you thought I live but I still live it
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| I know that too much liquor can’t be good but I still drink it
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| I know I’m gon' make both so proud any minute
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| Yeah, it’s coming any minute
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| Yeah
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| All I need is one shot, fireworks will spark up
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| Never made a gun cock, but I’mma shoot the charts up
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| My guards up, looking at the mirror feeling starstruck
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| Guessing it’s a blessing to remind me of my start up
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| Stressing but my heart’s stuck in this crazy game
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| I’m going off the rails living in this crazy train
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| But, we all have a choice I just choose to be chosen
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| I’m out here running circles around you squares, that’s my slogan
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| Yelling someone pass the potent, someone call some chicas
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| I’m looking for some accents, couple curvy features
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| Couple bottles of some Bombay and some reefer
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| Celebratin' life my boy Nick, I’m glad they freed ya
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| Get the party rollin' the girls we hardly know em
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| I said I wouldn’t tell but it’s amazing what they showin'
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| Ya broke because you’re broken in the mind, here’s a token for ya time
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| And keep it open don’t be closing every moment that you find
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| Wassup
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| This is the Ceremony, all you who barely know me
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| Tryin' to be my friend but way back when was embarrassed for me
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| White kid making beats, said my life was make believe
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| Now they hit me up with verses cause they hate the life they lead
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| I laugh and then I light the weed, I might just be, all up on ya TV screen
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| Run and tell ya momma «Hey that’s Russ I tried to kill his dreams
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| How the fuck this happen? |
| Now he’s fuckin' rappin'?»
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| It cuts you like a knife because you busy folding napkins
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| I’m the captain, I marks the spot
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| Meaning everywhere I go, got some gold in my thoughts
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| Scotch on the rocks, things become thoughts
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| But way before I’m gone I’ll have yachts at my docks |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Ceremony , by - Russ. Song from the album 5280, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп