| Listen call me on the telephone
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| Sorry love I’m not at home
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| I’m out on the town, roamin'
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| Leave a message after the tone
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| And I’ll get back to you in the morning
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| Oh yeah
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| Everybody in this town wanna know me now
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| Cause every honey in this town wanna hold me down
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| Roll me round cause I’m brown like a blunt
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| So put it in the sky and tell me what you want
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| Lighter up li-lighter up
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| Like it’s 1985 and we high as fuck
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| Lighter up li-lighter up
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| Like it’s 1985 and we high as fuck
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| I kick of my shoes
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| I keep the weed in my socks
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| I’m going 85 and I ain’t gonna stop
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| Unless the beat drop
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| And I see those cops
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| Tryin to pull me over cause I’m hot box, windows locked
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| Stay bumping that cock rock
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| In and out the carpool lane like a hot shot
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| Drop top, I got it at the chop shop
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| Mario the only one favor for that ganja
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| Listen call me on the telephone
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| Sorry love I’m not at home
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| I’m out on the town, roamin'
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| Leave a message after the tone
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| And I’ll get back to you in the morning
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| Oh yeah
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| Yeah… yo
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| I’m a breast man, face man, leg man, ass man
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| Gentleman? |
| yes ma’am
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| Ask them they my clientele
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| And they eyes is red cause they high as hell
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| Brain like baboon, body like gazelle
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| Lady gazelle run fast as hell
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| I’m the shit, ma, that’s the smell
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| The next big thing, can’t you tell
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| The phone ring, can’t pick it up
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| Like moving too fast gotta live it up
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| Gotta live it up, can’t trade a trans am for a pickup truck
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| Yo I, work hard all day in the garden
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| And I was starting to show for something
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| Limousine that they show for something
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| Drive me around with the music bumping
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| Listen call me on the telephone
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| Sorry love I’m not at home
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| I’m out on the town, roamin'
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| Leave a message after the tone
|
| And I’ll get back to you in the morning
|
| Oh yeah
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| Listen call me on the telephone
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| Sorry love I’m not at home
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| I’m out on the town, roamin'
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| Leave a message after the tone
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| And I’ll get back to you in the morning
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| Oh yeah
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| Mmm… fuck
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| Fuck yeah, yeah I’m high
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| How you think a brother man s’posed to survive
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| Take five, matter fact take a drive
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| And think about life while you still got time
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| Smoke a little weed, drop a couple rhymes
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| Make a couple dollars to save a couple dimes
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| Draw a couple lines on some paper making sign
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| Hang it on my dressing room door, it’s signed
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| Listen call me on the telephone
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| Sorry love I’m not at home
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| I’m out on the town, roamin'
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| Leave a message after the tone
|
| And I’ll get back to you in the morning
|
| Oh yeah
|
| Everybody in this town wanna know me now
|
| Cause every honey in this town wanna hold me down
|
| Roll me round cause I’m brown like a blunt
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| So put it in the sky and tell me what you want
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| Lighter up li-lighter up
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| Like it’s 1985 and we high as fuck
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| Lighter up li-lighter up
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| Like it’s 1985 and we high as fuck
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| Yo, I kick off my shoes. |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Roamin', artist - Shwayze. Album song Shwayze, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп