| Love — I show you how to spread it
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| And while I live in the present they never count the seconds
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| The past is goin forever and the future’s unexpected
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| Everything you could’ve wanted, all it took was some effort
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| Then it all seem divide, the way they disconnected
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| Everything falls in line like pieces in a Tetris
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| How much more to my physical and Atlantic despicable
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| When niggas spew hate at the general
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| Tell them mutates to go on and get your genitals
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| They cock block your dreams, they can’t figure you out
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| Depending how you look at the glasses
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| Half full, half empty, plus it’s a trap
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| Either way I’m just a soul merger, soul searcher
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| For the truths of life in this life that is worthless
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| Ha!
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| (Hook)
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| What you doin? |
| Doin me
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| How you do it? |
| All day
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| What you sayin? |
| It’s the same all day
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| What you sayin? |
| What you sayin?
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| All day, all day, all day
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| What you doin? |
| Doin me
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| How you do it? |
| All day
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| How I feel? |
| Yea good
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| All day yea
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| What you sayin? |
| All day
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| What you sayin? |
| All day
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| All day, all day, all day
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| And since you wanna know, this is my program
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| And all I gotta do is think waitin fast
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| And I’ll be sleepin on the public cash
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| Faster than you think, I creates it fast
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| And what you, I see in this illa mat
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| Mefisto with some deflection of what’s inside
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| It’s all in my head, never go hungry
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| I’m abundant, inbred, blowed it in hell
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| Bundant in spirit, my vision stick lyrics
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| This ever been, the voice I can hear it
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| As loud as hell, have this myself
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| Proud as hell, got so many styles I got styles for sale
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| Matter of fact you can take it, I’m an infinite creation
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| Within this infinite mind to mind
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| I just gotta be reminded from time to time
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| And make sure I stay clever from line to line, from rhyme to rhyme
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| When I rock the box, til it don’t stop
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| Tryna shine divine, like sure I blind my mind
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| Yo, I’m out of my fuckin mind
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| (Hook)
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| What you doin? |
| Doin me
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| How you do it? |
| All day
|
| What you sayin? |
| It’s the same all day
|
| What you sayin? |
| What you sayin?
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| All day, all day, all day
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| I make money, make love
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| Make most of the trenches
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| Gotta make sacrifices, pay dues on the benches
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| ‘Cause we ain’t playin with em
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| Getting that by the beat, 9 slate
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| To the beat got’cha
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| I’m a sure shot like a paparazzi
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| Lead of life, roll the dice, gazzi
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| Never associate with the fake ones
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| Keep the spiritual tight
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| Don’t change, you could break em
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| Flame Gang for the week, shallow
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| That’s why I swim with the deep ones, follow
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| Bout to take you to a place you never been
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| Born alone, die alone, doin me until the end
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| Amen! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song How It Feel , by - Slum Village. Song from the album Dirty Slums 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп