| I’m blowing smoke circles like a halo, lay low
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| Drifting off the trees I spark, just to get to sleep it off
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| Always look so purple when I stay so, Kano
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| Ripping out my beating heart, just to rip a beat apart
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| Listen to the secret art of arteries and speak a song
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| That all the people seem to sing-along to call on me
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| I call it me, my apologies if I’ll mislead you
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| All to think I need you to all agree
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| I’m Hunter S. when I puff the cess
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| I’m so Bukowski with the alcy
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| (A Haole off that Muai Wowie while he’s soundin' drowsy
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| While he’s prowling with the sleep-deprived kings inside the county that I live)
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| 206's unofficial eulogist
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| Sadistik motherfucker, Cody Foster was the pseudonym
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| I shoot the gifts with these two gold lips, uh
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| That Midas kiss, fuck around and get your title stripped
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| I’m seeing double like I like my whiskey sours
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| It’s 3 AM, that’s the witching hour, give me power
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| Give me power, give me powder
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| Sacrificial concubine
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| Let me plow her
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| Underground’s hot, Chronos to Hades
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| Bone most the ladies give 'em Rosemary’s babies
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| Rose gold machetes in a rose gold Mercedes
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| All the vices in my city, I’m like Tommy Vercetti
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| Getting dome in the Chevy, put 'em on and we’re steady
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| Leave you alone if you let me, to go home when you’re ready
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| Nacho Picasso my shrine is a booth
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| My mother merely mortal, but she grinding with Zeus
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| After nine she said «poof» golden egg, mother goose
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| Most these niggas act fairy, someone hiding the tooth
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| Take it out his own mouth, to remind him it’s proof
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| They be blinded by the light, cause behind that is truth
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| I see, violence in the violet lens
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| Violins play vile hymns inside my head
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| (And I’m Orion’s gem, sacrificed like Mayan men
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| Since I was ten, demons prying, who invited them?)
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| It’s like «Of Mice and Men» when John Steinbeck said
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| What was it? |
| (I forget Ah fuck it, light the spliff)
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| Live a legend, die a myth, this is where the lightnin' hits
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| What they’ll say
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| (Fuck today, I be on my pirate ship
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| I be on my viking shit, fighting and igniting shit
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| All I did is light her wrist, now Dionysus dyking it)
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| You know you’re faded when you can’t take the step, so
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| Space cadet, I might go Eraserhead, place your bets
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| (Wasted vets, tasting sweat, OG Kush laced and wet
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| Out here tryna make a rep, but really you won’t make a speck)
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| Face of death, day of dead, stumble toward a bayonet
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| They collect Elliott Smith with a plate again
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| (Cage you in, major friends, murder’s what they major in
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| Major sins, tattered limbs, strapped up in the abdomen) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Witching Hour , by - Sadistik. Song from the album Ultraviolet, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп