| These are age times, these are fine wines
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| Let’s take it all back to the top, these are grapevines
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| These are space rhymes, this is Slow Flow
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| I’d kick a rhyme about space and probably never go though
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| Probably never no-show, once a day they said and if I did
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| Probably be the shit that I’d be forever regretting
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| You chop confetti all down to smaller pieces
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| 1999, party down for all releases
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| Started with the thesis then I end with the conclusion
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| Order is irrelevant, the purpose is confusion
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| Using my illusion seeing backdrops of pyro
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| Tons of marijuana packaged up inside a silo
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| I was thinking 'bout my rivals and forgot that I had none
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| Peaceful shit is dead to me, to me I’m trying to add one
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| Sniper with the bad gun, AR and the Magnum
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| Rifle and a condom, bullet that’ll tag 'em
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| Carve headstones, throw on the headphones
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| Rewind it back to the top, I write gemstones
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| Orchestrations that end with a crescendo
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| Imitations, oregano, pretendo
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| Not that deal, I’m fly on my bicycle wheel
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| Time to kill, roll to Venice Beach and throw around the peel
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| Rope down a whale, sun shining, boats out to sail
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| I’m a little too close to success now to fail
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| So ride with me on this journey
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| I’m on my Worthy, coast to coast
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| Big game James, throw on a derby
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| California corazon, that’s love
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| I lay in the cut like cortisone |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song String Cheese , by - Step Brothers. Song from the album Lord Steppington, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп