| What up Chef
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| Alright real quick
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| It goes, it goes
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| I got a broken back, a broken foot
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| Broken arm, broken thumbs
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| But I need to carry on
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| Ripped flesh, broken bones
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| In debt, but not a broken home
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| Broken boombox, but not a broken flow
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| Out of the boondocks, I elevate to elevate minds
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| While the streets steady devastate
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| Crimes at this all-time high
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| Fuck yo pie chart number
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| Rest where the city slumber
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| Hold breath and let the committee wonder
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| If you can make it home for supper
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| Hidin in the open dumpster…
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| Hey cracklady, who you talkin to? |
| there’s no one there
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| Oh i get you’re talkin' to the air, hey cracklady will you breed a crackbaby,
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| have you been inside the shelter lately
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| Oh I see now, they’re closing the doors now
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| Because you can’t afford, because they can’t fit anymore…
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| She’s sentimentally madd
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| We find it difficult to laugh tryin to find the good things that we had
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| Situations get bad
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| We find em difficult to past up feeling detrimentally sad
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| Sentimentally madd
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| We find it difficult to laugh tryin to find the good things that we had
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| Situations get bad
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| We find em difficult to past up feeling detrimentally sad
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| Stressed out, pressed up against the wall
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| Breathing harder, scheming hard for solutions
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| Brain on pause, no movement
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| Head the jokes, i’ve designed for a preda folks that play tapes
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| Until the speakers broke, promote youth out of the joke of the
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| Nonsense applying the yolk squeezing the hope
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| But who want me to lecture, this is considered conjecture
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| Ain’t no mentoring them when they don’t listen anymore
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| Strip they’re freedom of though, ripped from the clutches
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| Motivated by liquor and dutchess, cars, women
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| Blings, guns, material things
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| Yo, we could speak for days upon the subject
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| No school, no respect, drive around on patrol for sex
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| No rules apply if you pose a threat
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| Hard of hearing and walk around fearing man with a weapon in hand
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| They sentimentally madd
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| Sentimentally madd
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| We find it difficult to laugh tryin to find the good things that we had
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| Situations get bad
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| We find em difficult to past up feeling detrimentally sad
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| Sentimentally madd
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| We find it difficult to laugh tryin to find the good things that we had
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| Situations get bad
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| We find em difficult to past up feeling detrimentally sad
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| Young fellas got a bad habbit
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| Addicted to the money stacking up, little suckers bad as fuck
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| Don’t let them fool, they never go to school, few favors
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| Never choose to meet new strangers
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| A backpack full off woo bang ups, with true anger and attitude rude playa,
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| straight slay you for your sneakers, sell em for a cell phone feature,
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| sippin on a liter, colt 45, same odds, anything to make the tide move better,
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| learing from the elders, trough action and not speaking, son peaking in sponge
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| soaking up whats been seeping
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| Heathens breed heathens, they got a chip upon they shoulder
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| I got boulders brake down the shit they sold ya, the stress got me feeling
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| tight around the chest, didn’t know if there was any other left
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| Yo i’m sentimentally madd
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| Sentimentally madd
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| We find it difficult to laugh tryin to find the good things that we had
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| Situations get bad
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| We find em difficult to past up feeling detrimentally sad
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| Sentimentally madd
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| We find it difficult to laugh tryin to find the good things that we had
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| Situations get bad
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| We find em difficult to past up feeling detrimentally sad
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| Yeah… 2010 to 2011 and infinity, Soulchef, Need Not
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| Word em up… and we out
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| Fade it out…
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| Fade it out Chef… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sentimentally Madd , by - Soulchef. Song from the album Healin' In The City Night . 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп