| Yeah yeah
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| You see, come on, don’t lie to yourself like you could do this
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| You drink Smart Water, I drink smarter water
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| Your doors don’t do that
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| Your girl don’t do that
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| You’d be lying if you said they did
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| Come on man, it’s all imported, all of it
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| All of it
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| Found a wave, surfs up
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| Now Surf 'n Turf got served up
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| My VS, they swerved up
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| I see skrrts, I skrrts’d up
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| My quarter-to-five on the five
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| Animals style on the fries
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| Keeping my eyes on the prize
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| Only the strongest survive
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| Only the richest decide
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| Yeah, what’s the golden rule?
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| Cuban links, I never ever stop
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| Uh, and if you think life hard
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| You’ve probably never seen a hard top
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| Now you asking what this coup worth
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| Now you asking where my roof went
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| Tryna tell me to lighten up
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| But couldn’t see through the black tints
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| Oh no
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| I don’t have too many friends
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| I’d rather stick with the fam
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| I don’t care if you are famous
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| I’m married to my best friend
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| They don’t like me though
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| Why do I need them to like me though?
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| I’m finally happy with who I’m becoming
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| It’s well with my soul
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| I know, I know what I don’t know
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| Yeah yeah
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| I see the truth in the lies
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| I see behind the disguise
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| I think they live for the likes
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| But they ain’t got nothing in sight
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| What do you want from a life?
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| I will not put up a fight
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| Whatever you need, I got you
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| Just give me a time and a place
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| When you see me just know
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| I’m still the man with a smile on my face
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| Hands in the air
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| I shouldn’t be here
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| This is all grace
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| How did this happen to me?
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| How did this happen to me?
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| How did this happen to me?
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| I recorded this on a computer that uses Windows '98
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| Hey make sure you wear pants that fit you
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| I wake every day and I open my phone to see how many likes I got on my
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| recordings
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| My friends, they don’t know I’ve been sleeping on couch to the floor to the
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| couch to the floor
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| Hop in my dad’s whip, put gas to the floor
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| Just to skrrt off from reality
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| Misfit, the family
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| People think I care about comments and likes
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| And TBH man I think they might be right
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| Yeah, I got some problems, yeah, yeah
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| My momma think that I lost it, yeah
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| All of my exes Hispanic, yeah
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| Now I think I should know salsa, yeah
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| I just wanna make all of the hits, yeah
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| And Barry Bonds with the hits, yeah
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| God got my back like a bullet-proof vest
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| I gone be the best, yeah the best
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| Yeah, nothing less, yeah
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| I don’t have too many friends
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| I’d rather stick with the fam
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| I don’t care if you are famous
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| I’m married to my best friend
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| They don’t like me though
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| Why do I need them to like me though?
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| I’m finally happy with who I’m becoming
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| It’s well with my soul
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| I know, I know what I don’t know
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| Yeah
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| I see the truth in the lies
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| I see behind the disguise
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| I think they live for the likes
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| But they ain’t got nothing in sight
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| What do you want from my life?
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| I will not put up a fight |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song One With The New Yorkers, artist - Social Club Misfits. Album song The Misadventures Of Fern & Marty, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп