| This-that Kanye West shit, blud, turn you crazy
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| (Yeah) Nothing great about fucking Britain
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| Futuristic platinum five times, bitch!
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| Crack dealer, phone passed around, like ambika
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| Shotgun shells turn your face, pizza
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| Never shot guns, just a drug dealer, huh?
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| Just a drug dealer, got one song, it’s called «Drug Dealer»
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| Nothing to say but, drug dealer
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| You’re mediocre, like Kate and Peter
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| When I show you up, fisticuffs, sell you short
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| Pump you full of my angel 'till your lungs go pop and your skin turns blue
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| Impossible, kill an obstacle and make it possible, 'cause it’s what I do
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| Teacher said, «What you gonna be, when you’re older?»
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| «Drug dealer!», what else can I do?
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| Businessman, I know, I’m business, man
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| Minding my business, got business plans
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| Your foundations been built on sand
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| Sinkin' sand, now you’re sinkin', man
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| Your chick, she was linkin', man
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| Before she linked you, she had things in hand
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| Call her your princess, man, but her only interest is linkin', man
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| I don’t care what you think of, man, sold crack for a living, just how I’m
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| livin'
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| 'Cause' she sway, then I don’t make a difference
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| I’m OT safe, you don’t know me; |
| safe
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| Nothing great about Britain is and it isn’t
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| Rockport jeans, patterned memories
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| Same situation, the boy was given, yeah, the boy was given
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| Crack dealer, phone passed around, like Ambika
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| Shotgun shells turn your face, pizza
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| Never shot guns, just a drug dealer, huh?
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| Just a drug dealer, got one song, it’s called «Drug Dealer»
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| Nothing to say but, drug dealer
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| You’re mediocre, like Kate and Peter
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| Crack dealer, phone passed around, like Ambika
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| Shotgun shells turn your face, pizza
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| Never shot guns, just a drug dealer, huh?
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| Just a drug dealer, got one song, it’s called «Drug Dealer»
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| Nothing to say, but drug dealer
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| You’re mediocre, like Kate and Peter
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| Flying saucers turned cocaine
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| Battered fish to oysters, all upgrade
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| Council housed and violent, what we’re gonna do today?
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| I was running from in trident, 'cause it’s always the same
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| Didn’t do no— (Never!), always get the blame
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| Lower class, but my class is so fucking flames (Flames)
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| Angry? |
| Nah, I can’t con-tain
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| Fucking punched the wall, 'till my fucking (Ahhh!)
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| Knuckles break, feel dumb, 'cause I’m feelin' pain
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| Travelled the country, hundreds of trains
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| Hundreds of lanes, hundreds of lanes
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| Hundreds of people that all act the same
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| Think to myself something’s gotta change
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| Think to myself something’s gotta change
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| Think to myself some things can’t change
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| Think to myself something’s gotta change
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| Think to myself something’s gotta budge
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| Think to myself something’s gotta go
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| Trust in slow he’s the chosen one
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| Think to myself something’s gotta go
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| Think to myself some things can’t change
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| Think to myself something’s gotta change
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| Think to mysel—, eh (Yeah)
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| Fuck it, man (slowthai, man)
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| Hahaha, fuck it! |
| (slowthai, man)
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| Give a fuck about the last fucking chorus
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| Some time mine
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| We’re gonna make a difference in this shit, man
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| Seriously man, this your future self-talking, man
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| Crack dealer, phone passed around, like Ambika
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| Shotgun shells turn your face, pizza
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| Never shot guns, just a drug dealer, huh?
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| Just a drug dealer, got one song, it’s called «Drug Dealer»
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| Nothing to say, but drug dealer
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| You’re mediocre, like Kate and Peter
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| (Laughter) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Drug Dealer , by - slowthai. Song from the album Nothing Great About Britain, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп