| Ain’t ever been a fashionista
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| Ain’t have that many tattoo’s either
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| Been living in a vacuum in a black room
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| Writing raps knowing
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| That tune’s never going platinum dreamer
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| Feeling like that dude in Taxi
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| Or was that Heat don’t ask me
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| I guess I got that cabin fever
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| Yeah, but I ain’t in the back seat, nah
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| I’m where the keys are, see
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| Now I’ma be the captain of my dreams
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| I see my rhymes like they Irene in the elevator scene where they must survive
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| see I got that drive is what I mean
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| True, I never pass a beat up
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| And you will never catch my feet up
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| See I got a passion
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| I gotta pass on to my son till the sun comes to pass
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| I’m up drafting a song till that draft come along
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| Damn now I gotta gas that heater
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| Man, it’s a cold ass world with so many acting squirrelly
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| And they really out to hurt me when they asking me to cash in these nuts
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| And I ain’t talking bout cashews though my cash used if I don’t catch views
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| You know my cash gone freeze up
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| Cash rules everything around this easel
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| Till my back’s bent and I’m asking anyone passing to feed this cup
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| Is that what you meant by man ease up no I ain’t got a friend to back me up
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| But I got a back they can talk behind
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| Talking bout man you crack me up
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| Yeah I wanna crack that soft ass spine stabbing you back in the back of the
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| trunk, man
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| I told you, I go Pesci
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| I ain’t gonna shine no rappers Chucks
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| But you know my soul won’t let me
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| I ain’t in line to act on blood
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| Guess I’m a good fella so much that I could dwell on
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| And thats what you fucks never understood
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| Be it in my talk, my walk, my looks
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| Though I be in my books
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| I be coming from the hoods that turn those good to felons
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| I be, I am, I be my man ain’t nothing I could tell them
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| So I’m moving past it, you can see me in my old Toyota
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| Gotta a little green and a little plastic fuck look at me I’m a toy Yoda
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| Ain’t that simple fade that vision, got no jokes in these bars
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| I ain’t a symbol of fake ass wisdom, gonna go to war with these stars
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| Gonna go to war with these stars and not what you know from afar
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| Nah it’s just me myself and I mother fucker you know who we are
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| Let’s go
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| It’s just me myself and I mother fucker you know who we are
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| It’s just me myself and I mother fucker you know who we are
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| It’s just me myself and I mother fucker you know who we are
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| It’s just me myself and I mother fucker you know who we are
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| It’s just me myself and I mother fucker you know who we are
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| It’s just me myself and I mother fucker you know who we are
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| It’s just me myself and I mother fucker you know who we are |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cabin Fever , by - The CutlerySong from the album The Cutlery, in the genre Электроника