| Yea
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| No me habla
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| (Verse)
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| I had a dream that I was falling off a cliff
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| I was left so my life fleeted out
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| It’s like a dark colorless slow motion moving backwards like a action scene
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| Imagine this yo, imagine how a ten starts runnin quick
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| Out of my mind, out of my shit
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| Wondering how I just jumped into this movie clip, flip
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| Like Truman I’m on drop
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| Did a sprint then I ran like a quarter of block
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| Headed to a restaurant, it was the opposite way
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| It was a chinese mob boss, eating chicken chow ming
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| When he saw me, his face turned as red as a flame
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| I told him eat the dick, flip the table, dashed in the opposite way
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| Wish I could’ve told you macks didn’t spray
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| But they did like Aerosol, saw bearing two’s with a pair of guns
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| I was gone
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| Hit the window, crashed
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| Landed on the back, full of trash
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| You suckas gotta catch because I’m fast
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| Bumped into a old lady, excuse me she said
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| I was dreaming when I wrote this
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| So forgive me if it goes astray
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| When it started I was drowning in the ocean
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| But my girlfriend saved my day
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| For a second saw my life fade away
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| And all of a sudden had a hand full of razorblades
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| The grenades and the rainbow with it
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| Throwing the fucking gay parade
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| But a Chris box turned for the firm wearing finger wax
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| At a ice-cream stand, selling lemonade for days
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| Now I’m on Youtube, looking for ways to blast
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| Now I’m in the studio, tryna change the fraze
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| Mind playin, tricks on me
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| Like I’m, insane
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| Cold sweats, in the nighttime
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| Dreaming of my life, dreaming of the pain
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| Nightmares isn’t really real
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| Nightmares
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| (Verse)
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| I was dreaming when I wrote this
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| When this real talking quote this
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| Marijuana thoughts, cocaine dreams
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| Devil to the world, god to the fiends
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| I rose and the voice not
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| Peanut butter seats with the top down
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| Jewelries so exclusive
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| Think I never get caught, so elusive
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| Break bread daily, never stale
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| Weigh money, can’t count it, put it on a scale
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| Ballin like Rondo, triple double
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| Didn’t listen to the wisdom, keep it subtle
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| Got greedy, forgot the folks roostalini
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| You lose your soldiers if they ain’t eatin
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| Ambush on my ride, 20 shots
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| Is that a heaven for a G? |
| My last thoughts
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| Nightmares |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nightmares (No Mas), artist - Slum Village. Album song Dirty Slums 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп