| Meet me where you met me before
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| I haven’t left (Nope!)
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| Shit I must’ve jerked off Jesus
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| Cause I’m so blessed (Oh my God!)
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| I guess it’s that bro
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| S-P-I Double Z, Y, Spose
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| Dawg, I’m the cat that they aimed at
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| Back, Hoodie Plain Black
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| Bowl packed
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| So religiously go get the stained glass
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| Spitter of the best raps, never claimed that
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| But I could’ve, down to earth like a plane crash
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| And all the gangster rappers want me dead
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| The artsy rappers want me dead from a zombie plague
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| Been the topic of conversation
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| Debatin' my fate while I’m wakin' and bakin' and makin' fucking bacon and eggs
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| They’re playing catch up (look at em!)
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| I relish what the haters say
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| I must heard different when I heard my first record play (I'm Awesome.)
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| Twist pencils with my tongue over 808s
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| That make you thought the cops just showed you how a taser tastes
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| Doing good (Doing good)
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| Rhyme great (Rhyme great)
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| So not hood (hood)
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| Pine tree state
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| Yeah I used to skate
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| But could barely even ollie
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| So I stuck to ridin' trolleys
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| Looking jolly in the face
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| This is Spose
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| I feel summer springing in
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| And you’ve got taste for finer things
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| Restless, Winters, Fall, Away
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| Come with me and come with me
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| We’ll try again some other day
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| You’ve just, watched us, Fall Away
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| Make yourself indispensable
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| Find yourself Into Spose
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| I kick what’s happenin'
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| The rest just kick their own asses
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| Like Jacqueline (You guys all look stoned)
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| Spose must be back again
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| No I don’t want to meet your rapper friends
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| If you thought the action stalled
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| I’m back in-volved
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| I’m on the road, less traveled
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| I’m still in Maine
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| And ain’t shit changed
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| Except the diaper on the baby bearing my name
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| All the same, I just like to be the nicest
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| Not let my vices decide what my life is
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| Till everybody’s heard of me
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| And got plots to murder me
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| Each song sung true and bumps like maternity
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| I’m 25 going on 8
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| I learn from mistakes
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| I got the songs that you bring along
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| Going on break
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| Til I can’t be discerned from the greats
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| I could give a fuck if Lindsay Lohan lost weight
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| A lot of dudes hate
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| Then try to jump on my tube stake
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| They’re like Gary Coleman
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| Too little too late
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| I’m well read from a blue state
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| People really listening are like
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| Tou-fucking-ché
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| I feel summer springing in
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| And you’ve got taste for finer things
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| Restless, Winters, Fall, Away
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| Come with me and come with me
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| We’ll try again some other day
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| You’ve just, watched us, Fall Away
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| Make yourself indispensable
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| Find yourself Into Spose |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Into Spose , by - Spose. Song from the album Happy Medium, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп