| Living my life in this hiiighrise*
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| Got my eyes in the sky can I fly
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| And will I die if I — tryyyyy.
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| I’m in my penthouse con-do,
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| With nowhere — else to go
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| But now most people didn’t love me till I moved into
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| My penthouse cooon-do! |
| (when you up, they up, then bring you down!)
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| My penthouse cooon-do! |
| (Clown, that’s how it goes. that’s how it goes)
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| When you up niggas like: «What up? |
| «The bad bitches like: «How you doing? |
| And: «Who you srewing? |
| «So I fucked 'em, cause I never knew 'em. |
| — So fuck 'em!
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| That’s how I speak to 'em, they say I’m not being human! |
| (whooo!)
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| Like I lack emotion
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| No I lack love for your life and devotion
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| As sure as the waves and the waters in motion,
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| I’m a keep toting these twins! |
| — Heaters! |
| — I call 'em the «Olsens»
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| Ain’t 'fraid to shoot but I’m 'fraid of jail!
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| Momma raised me Christian I’m 'fraid to go to hell!
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| My dead beat dad got me 'fraid to fail
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| Look in my sons eyes I wonder can he see my fear!
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| Raise him to eventually where
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| His pair of shoes walking across thin air!
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| Feeling like Moses,
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| Standing up and lost my chair in the process escaping the projects.
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| Risking my life over bitches and objects!
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| Looking out my condo window like: «Ahh, yes! |
| «The world’s got issues complex
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| Complicated just like me you just one big mess. |
| (mess!)
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| What a view looking out the window
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| Down upon those who oppose the fact I grow.
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| Been restored many blessings riches these pots of gold
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| After the rain comes the rainbow!
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| No homo! |
| — Used to rock Kangols round the time
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| Big and Dre did it switched to a fitted a on top.
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| Living on the top floor. |
| — Listening to 'Pac flow!
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| Smoking my while haters watch from the front row.
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| Hope I don’t lose — flop and not blow!
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| Go broke and marry a tramp hoe!
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| And have bad kids! |
| — That's just how it is.
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| So I don’t give a shit, they can suck my dick!
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| drive you crazy like Anna Nicole Smith
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| It’s hot at the top. |
| — And that’s some cold shit. |
| (cold shit!)
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| Excuse me mr doorman, may I say this
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| Could you please take them snakes off my guest list! |
| — At my condo…
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| the penthouse… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Penthouse Condo , by - Stat Quo. Song from the album Statlanta, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп