| There’s a monsoon under my skin
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| There’s a monster under my skin
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| There’s a street brawl under my skin
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| Will you get under my skin?
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| I take my martini dirty like three hop fiends who rentin' one telly
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| I want it shook like a man who just got shot in the belly
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| Make it smoky like his mama’s voice screamin' for her baby
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| And on the rocks like Funkadelic in the 90s and 80s
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| I drink slowly and the sips sneak over my tongue
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| Like prisoners over gates before the dobermans come
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| I was born double-fisted but I’m holdin in one
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| And when I take a shot it burns like a smolderin' sun
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| And then its alcohol to vein, ethanol to brain
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| This moment is a get without the tinted cellophane
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| I don’t need no soda mixer, just give me the cold elixer
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| Hustler’s know that hunger is just murder’s sexy older sister
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| Vocalist or orator, duck and clear the corridor
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| Some drink it neat like the jacket on a coroner
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| I go ape, my best friend is Dora the Explorador
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| That line was dope, I had to smuggle it through Florida
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| Arriba, abajo, al centro, al dentro
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| If they don’t open up the gates, we all gon' go mental
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| Bottoms up until we all are free
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| And there’ll be some for the homies and some for me
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| There’s a monsoon under my skin
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| There’s a monster under my skin
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| There’s a street brawl under my skin
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| Will you get under my skin?
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| I say hold up, hold up, hold up
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| Let me roll up, roll up, roll up
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| I don’t drank no more
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| No Hennessy or no mo' Coca Cola
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| I don’t pour no more
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| No purple drank and no more sippin' soda
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| No mo' double cup, no mo' fuckin' up
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| If she fuckin' up, I’m not fuckin' her
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| I can’t fuck with her
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| She can’t fuck with this, I don’t fuck with that
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| Bitch I’m dope, I don’t fuck with crack
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| 'Bout the neighborhood, fuck the cul-de-sac
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| Cold as that, cold as Reverend Ike, call me Reverend Mike
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| Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, intermission
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| Let me roll another one and we can get back on our mission
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| And the muthafuckin mission is be about your paper
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| Ain’t no savior comin' up, I just gotta ever save ya
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| Don’t believe anybody ever tell ya opposite
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| Tell them hating muthafuckas they can chill or suck a dick
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| See we really chilly-willy but shit can get real savage
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| If-if-if that fuckboy vegan; |
| fuck the beef I’ll bust his cabbage
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| Ooh yeah, I’m macho man and on them
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| Bitch, I’m randy savage
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| There’s a monsoon under my skin
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| There’s a monster under my skin
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| There’s a street brawl under my skin
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| Will you get under my skin? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Monsoon , by - The Coup. Song from the album Sorry To Bother You: The Soundtrack, in the genre Саундтреки