| So as I sip my third Heineken, I feel disturbed
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| Stupefied by the tools and the fools I observe
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| In the spot’s where I rock, they deserve not a word
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| In a column, I’m not ballin' but I’ll throw you all a curve
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| Lounging with my baby mama, chillin' watching Jeopardy
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| I can hear you in the kitchen trying to steal my recipes
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| But I should play dumb — I’ll talk about weed
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| Talk about Wells, so you don’t see up my sleeves
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| I’m counting cash made from the shirts
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| To counteract the night I had to take off work
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| Me and Bees kept trees in the freezer
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| I had tracks over Weezer, it’s like
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| I’m sorry geezer, (but,) but this isn’t the old days
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| You think I like Coldplay, I hear what you don’t say
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| I could read between the lines
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| As if I broke up coke upon the New York Times
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| I’m making that at every opportunity
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| Recognize nobody’s hungry
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| I’ll make you food to me!
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| So pass the Texas Pete, watch me sex this beat
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| I spend my money wisely, no thoughts of Lexus ES
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| You think it’s all John Madden, Tony Hawk
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| I’ll let you think that, I’ll formulate the plot — Mac
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| They got it crooked, I’m booking December gigs in August
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| Album sales solid, I’m BICing your freakin' wallet
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| I’m honestly promising to be sicker than jaundice
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| Sippin' gin and tonic, smirkin'
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| I’m just a different type of person
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| I’ve been thinkin' of my master plan
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| In a smoke-filled whip, freestyling, just ask my man, Cam
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| You’re exactly where you were five years ago
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| And me, I’m not even where I was a beer ago
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| Or what have you, I rock shows with Matthew
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| Now everybody’d like to beat Spose in battles
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| Quarter tank of gas on the road less-traveled
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| Save your opinion, baby
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| I don’t think I asked you, did I?
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| As I sip my fifth Heineken, I calm my nerves
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| No use giving flight to a dead bird
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| No use giving hope to a lost cause
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| I’d be better off trying to take a cripple for a jog
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| We brought these rhymes and guitars and drums
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| From where we’re from
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| Just to show you show you how far we’ve come
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| It’s like, why kick dirt if we all can stay grounded?
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| Why throw stones if we all could move mountains?
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| But my only opponent is me
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| And the demons between here and where I’m growing to be
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| Good God, I know I’m gonna need my help
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| If I’m ever gonna beat myself
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| 'Till then, I rock mics for these Mikes and these Zacharies
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| I’ll make them feel the opposite of apathy
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| As long as I got this faculty in back of me
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| Know it’s a steady climb with these rhymes toward my apogee |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Molly Ringwald, artist - Spose. Album song Happy Medium, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп