| 1: Something like Never-Never Land,
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| Cuz we ain’t getting grown,
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| And the nights, they don’t never end,
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| Cuz we never go home
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| It’s the subwoof in the ride,
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| Bump the trunk up to the sky,
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| Blowing O’s in the Poconos,
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| Smoke signals from my tribe
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| Call it what you wanna call it,
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| This whole room is alcoholics,
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| Cup full and empty wallets,
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| Problems of the young and lawless
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| You know it’s levels to the dirt,
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| A gram is for fun and a thousand is work,
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| I sip a lager and my man’s sipping zerp,
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| Just trying to get turnt like Petey Pab’s shirt
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| The room’s spinning like a chopper,
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| Got some OGs who ain’t fing with coppers,
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| I carry the weight of my crew and my sins,
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| Everyone’s looking at me for a win
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| Just quiet that part of me that say I oughtta be,
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| Regular instead of living this odyssey,
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| You could not possibly get my biography,
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| You too afraid to do life with velocity
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| Gun still at your waist, I already pulled triggers,
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| I’m a lover but I am a killer,
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| I’m a finisher, you’re a beginner,
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| Give me my seven figures
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| Just a scholar with dangerous tendencies,
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| Days are so sick and the night, the remedy,
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| Oh God, I pray that we don’t get dependencies,
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| Oh God, I pray we don’t run out of Hennessy
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| Picasso leaning, Picasso leaning
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| I been Picasso leaning, Picasso leaning
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| Faces, faces, faces, I can’t see straight,
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| I been on this train for like a week straight,
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| I been Picasso leaning, I been Picasso leaning
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| What’s a man to an eagle?
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| What’s an eagle to a plane?
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| What’s a plane to mtherfer
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| Flying high on everything?
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| Take a flight on some doses,
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| Candy-flipping till I’m sipping on mimosas,
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| All my mans on a rollercoaster,
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| Everyone feeling enhanced, Sammy Sosa
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| (I'm rolling) I don’t need a reason,
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| Tim Leary of the rap season,
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| (I'm rolling) seeing synesthesia,
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| Whole body shook like I hit a taser
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| Can’t sleep any any way now,
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| We’ve been living too fast,
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| Seems like when I try to slow down,
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| I just hit the gas
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| Started like J-Kwon gettin' tipsy,
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| Looked ahead saw the slope gettin' slippery,
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| Jumped on and spun away like a Frisbee,
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| Smoking out and pourin' up, word to Pimp C
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| Did it all night long, word to Richie,
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| Want to break every rule, word to Fifty,
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| Put in work, it was worth it, that’s Missy,
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| Speeding in my lane, don’t care if it’s risky
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| Forgive me, forgive me, these 40s and folly,
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| And my youngins who poppin' that molly,
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| Who lose it, they lose it like car keys,
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| Till dresses get soggy
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| Still plotting too much, pushing too much,
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| I’m 10 steps ahead, that’s a lonely place,
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| So I knock out my brains, a chemical punch,
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| And make a Picasso out of my face
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| Picasso leaning, Picasso leaning
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| I been Picasso leaning, Picasso leaning
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| Faces, faces, faces, I can’t see straight,
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| I been on this train for like a week straight,
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| I been Picasso leaning, I been Picasso leaning |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Picasso Leaning , by - Tasha The Amazon. Song from the album Die Every Day, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп