| East coast, west coast, fiends overdose
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| (What goes around come around)
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| Get the cream with my team then I’m ghost
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| Lazy days, crazy haze in my head
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| And I’m smoking 'til my eyes get red
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| Thinking about the J’s we smoked on the corner as a kid
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| Playing hit-and-hold, loser takes a hit of the gold
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| Getting twisted if you missed it as a youth
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| Blame yourself for your condition, a reflection from the booth
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| Staying higher than the galaxy far away
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| Put your fuckin' card away
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| My nuggets got you lifted, put your jar away
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| I got the sweetest sour D with some OG
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| Mix it with some cookies, yeah, the doctor got the remedy
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| Ayo Statik, I’mma wrap it with some shine papers
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| Thickest fuckin' joint, they might mistake it for a skyscraper
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| Exhale, you can smell the smoke, got that tasty shit
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| You tookie motherfuckers better start off taking baby hits
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| When I’m on tour keep your hand off my girl
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| Because you’ll get it from the fuckin' highest man in the world
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| East coast, west coast, fiends overdose
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| Get the cream with my team then I’m ghost
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| They tell me to black out like nobody’s there
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| Truth or dare you telling, I can smell it in the air
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| Easy on the clutch, homie, when you in first gear
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| Verse clear, open your ears and face your worst fears
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| Tears rolling down your cheek
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| Can’t speak trying to keep a chance streak against deep
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| They Snapchatting, backpacking too many fashions
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| Kidnapping our passion, tell me what happened
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| The game distorted, my vocals clean
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| I’m trying to rise above and be a little different than the local scene
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| If I had one wish I swear it would be this
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| Grow old, tell stories and reminisce
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| I would start over like a Nova on that shoulder
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| Topped up with the big, old boulders
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| Let me run until I’m older
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| See my son until my run was over
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| Some soldiers and domino darts
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| Horse playing domino shots
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| Phenomenal clocks, tell me what we got
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| Between a rock and hard place, a hard face
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| A race against time like a car chase, no brakes, second takes
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| Weapons in your face, know your role, know your place |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Overdose, artist - Statik Selektah. Album song What Goes Around, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп