| I’m a night owl, and a early bird
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| You need two stones, to get me to stop it
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| I’m used to, not sleeping
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| My pillow thinks that I’m cheating on it
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| Got mansions all on my checklist
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| No time to chill or watch Netflix
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| Me and Joey on a mission
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| I’ll play every position
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| Plus I’m coaching, bro don’t question my devotion
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| I’m approaching other levels so they hate again
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| I don’t blink at little children, what’s my age again?
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| I guess they thought that I was buried, 'cause my face was looking furry
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| Wasn’t worried, I’m like Stephen Curry when he played for Davidson
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| I’m overworked and underrated, but I’m used to it
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| Everybody else sucks, shouldn’t do music
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| Even when I’m joking, there’s truth to it
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| I’m always working, so I
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| Keep my hands dirty, need to get in the h&er
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| I’m fine, but never satisfied, you know, can’t get no
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| Driving automatic, but I’m setting the standard
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| I went from playing Sanford to San Francisco
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| Octane alert like amber
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| You can’t see the trees through the forest
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| Don’t you wish I had my horoscope?
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| Cancer
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| People don’t try, people don’t try
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| Whoops, now your chance gone by
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| Can you tell me why
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| Why everything gotta be about you?
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| Now you ain’t getting love, and you see how much we do
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| This something we getting used to, damn
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| Into nothing I wouldn’t choose to
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| We bout to set our crew loose
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| Used to, damn
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| Into nothing I wouldn’t choose to
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| Bout to set our crew loose
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| Ayup
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| Okay
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| The old shit our crew’ll do is new to you
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| We heard «oh"s all around us like a hula hoop
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| Man, I feel like my medulla grew, the shit that I maneuvered through
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| I’m feeling like a supergroup (Spizzy)
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| When I first had my epiphany while whippin' my vehicular
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| I’ll write blue collar symphonies, my people in particular
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| Detail it specifically, not lying like a senator
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| Got ice in my periphery, I’m cold, single integer
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| Man, my moves been enumerated, you been looking agitated
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| Gravitated to some people who could pay me
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| I made some albums, made some babies
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| You were lazy, sitting, bitching
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| I slid in like it was lubricated
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| So who’s debating?
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| You don’t work and you’re a pussy like your neutered baby
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| I’m from Maine, my flow Hawaii, get the ukulele
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| And then what?
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| And tell me why
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| Why everything gotta be about you?
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| Now you ain’t getting love, and you see how much we do
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| This something we getting used to, damn
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| Into nothing I wouldn’t choose to
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| We bout to set our crew loose
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| Used to, damn
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| Into nothing I wouldn’t choose to
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| 'Bout to set our crew loose
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| Ooh do noo
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| I woke up on my sofa, no there’s no place like home
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| Told my mama I’m sober
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| Then I called Joe on the phone
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| I said we got no time to hang around, aye
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| The stupid check our bank accounts
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| Go 'head let it ride for a minute
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| God damn
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| Wells, Maine in this bitch
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| J Spin
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| Peter, Maine Gretsky
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| God.Damn.Chan
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| God.Damn.Chan's from like Standish, though |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Used To , by - Spose. Song from the album Good Luck With Your Life, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп