| Yeah, I look Sicilian and talk like Italians
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| You know the boot that is kickin' the island
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Flying commercial, I need it be private
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| See my whole team, and you know where to find us
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| Yeah you know where to find me
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| I’m drowning in grace
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| When I look at my past and how it don’t match up
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| My sin’s been erased
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| Now they say that we great
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| I just say that you late
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| Independent so long when the labels would call we all thought it was fake
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| And I feel out of place
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| Like I’m from outer space
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| If they try to ride a wave
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| Just tell them you late
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| God got me out here shinin'
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| Real bright man I feel like TV Johnny
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| You make my darkest days brighter
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| You turn my noose into diamonds
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| We come alive in the late night
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| Matter fact we Michael Jordan with the hang time
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| We get fly and go drive at the same time
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| Then we hop up out the car
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| Man I wish somebody would like Jafar mess around and get their wings chopped
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| 20 deep out in front of the Wing Stop
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| Flyer than an Easter Sunday reverend
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| And all of us are on our way to heaven, yeah
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| I woke up feeling like a new man
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| Ironically I’m a year older, dig it
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| To book us it’s not really too much
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| Uncomfortable, my soul, dig it
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| Yeah, yeah go figure
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| I’ve been somebody with no figures
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| Hustle hard, go to prison
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| Then bounce back, I got court vision
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| Need more? |
| Listen
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| I’ve toured a distance
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| Five year plan in full effect
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| But my ten year plan bring more provision
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| I think rappers need a litmus test
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| This game a mess the more I listen
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| Young rappers with no stories
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| Trying to be where this grace brought me
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| Internet got 'em brainwashed
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| Not to mention, they ain’t got nothing for me
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| I’m a coach to the Yankees, I’m equivalent to a Joe Torre
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| God got me out here shinin'
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| Real bright man I feel like TV Johnny
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| You make my darkest days brighter
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| You turn my noose into diamonds
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| We come alive in the late night
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| Matter fact we Michael Jordan with the hang time
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| We get fly and go drive at the same time
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| Then we hop up out the car
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| Man I wish somebody would let your boy mess around and get their wings chopped
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| 20 deep riding through at a Wing Stop
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| Flyer than an Easter Sunday reverend
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| And all of us are on our way to heaven, yeah
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| Nobody wants to wait anymore. |
| I don’t want it a second too early,
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| or a second too late. |
| God’s timing is perfect. |
| Misfits move like soldiers.
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| We operate to the beat of God’s drum. |
| We step when He says so, and stop when
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| He stops. |
| Misfits wait because we know that if that’s where He wants us,
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| then that’s where it’s best for us. |
| We are the Messiah’s soldiers |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Vibes Vibes Vibes , by - Social Club Misfits. Song from the album The Misadventures Of Fern & Marty, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп