| You get over me
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| You get over me
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| You get over me
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| You, you
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| Babygirl I done been over myself (out of myself)
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| Over the counter and under the shelf
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| Into the wild-wild hidin' wealth
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| You think really gonna tell me to do nothing else
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| Hurled insults to me like that shit helps
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| Got a malleable muscle in my chest
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| Yes it breaks (it heals) it freezes (it melts)
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| It sees itself in the worst of light
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| And it curses the day that I learned to write
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| The guys are all «Do you even lift bro?»
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| Shit no I don’t, girls are like «Ew
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| He drive a Prius, he saving money, he’s hoarding cash
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| Who does he think he is?
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| What’s the point of living if you can’t ball and flash?» |
| (Balderdash!)
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| Even more than half of them broads don’t have a passport
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| I’m a citizen of the world, girl, I couldn’t take you there if you asked for it
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| Oh I know, get over myself, all you see is me holding myself
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| What you don’t see is an OG oak tree protecting the forest like nobody else
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| I pop that lumberjack venemous beard, had a gold digger won by the end of the
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| year
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| I let it get so long I could fuck it, after that I’ll let you cut it
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| Shyeah, I’m over myself so much that I’m just looking down on myself
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| As I watch everybody try to bad talk pride
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| And they constantly strive to be proud of themselves
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| Follow the beat of another conundrum
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| Get out of the heat, rent a cottage in London
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| I’m on a retreat and I’m under the assumption
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| No matter where I go there I am
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| Middle-earth excursion, head to New Zealand
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| Shoot for the stars and I’m breaking the ceiling
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| Center of the Universe, can’t shake the feeling no matter where I go there I am
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| Honey I been over myself, out of my self
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| Extra extra large, rocking sexy socks with garter belts
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| You ain’t really gots to tell me nothing (you already said)
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| You ain’t really gots to say Nathan (god damn broken record)
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| Oh I know, I know I let myself go
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| I simply slipped through my own pathetic crib
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| Can never really get a firm grasp of my true inner glow
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| But tell me the truth, you’re more pissed that I let go of you cause it was
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| overdue
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| In person your life don’t look nearly as well put together as all your photos do
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| But that’s ok but eventually, since you push me, since you press me
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| Fuck your non-stop, toxic, drama carpetbagging, fuck your selfie
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| Oh I’m the pig, you’re trying to strangle me in a blanket though
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| You’re a GMO seed of breed in my organic garden
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| Wanting my resources to make it grow (oh hell no)
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| It’s a courtesy call-back, let the pilot fly
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| I’ll be your emergency contact if you’ll be my ride or die
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| Could’ve followed the pride and then follow the footsteps
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| Out of my mind I’m not out of the woods yet
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| I’m trying to find a location that’s good yet
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| No matter where I go there I am
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| Over the counter and under the shelf
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| Into the wild-wild hidin wealth
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| You ain’t really got to tell me to do nothing else
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| Cause I’ve heard it all before from a sharper tongue with a lot more scorn
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| Performing self flagellation with improper form until the copper’s gone
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| (Over myself, out of myself)
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| (Extra extra large) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Over Under , by - Sage Francis. Song from the album Copper Gone, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп