| Inhale this, clench your fist
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| Then ya, feel the mist through the uterus
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| Can ya, picture this
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| Life without me, wake up you’re having bad dreams
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| Cause ya fiend for a toke
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| My crew tote Tocques and mink coats
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| On the cell with the boat
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| What you thought, we get caught and get bailed out?
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| Fuck the jailhouse, Hennessey on the rocks
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| Is all we got as we sail out, entrepeneurs
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| Cristal pourer, be glad we ain’t takin' yours
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| Boring huh? |
| I’m warnin' ya
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| Style waits for no bitch, I dream rich
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| When I fuck with scratch and sniff
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| Now I stacks the shit, and practice it
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| So no bitch can tax the shit, miraculous
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| So I can relax a bit, and get my dick licked
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| Drugs, baby
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| Haha
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| Need a little something that can take me there
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| To a place that I can get away from
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| My feelings so far away
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| Somewhere with my head up in the clouds
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| Suddenly it doesn’t feel so loud
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| So far, away, somewhere
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| I got 'em
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| Ayo, platinum choker, heavy smoker
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| The gun toter, Barrack Obam' supporter
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| Recently Hillary voter
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| Smoking loud way up in the cloud
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| Disappearing in my thoughts
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| Disappearing from courts
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| Yao Ming face, eyes chinky
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| Kush got my breath stinky
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| 50 thousand large shine on my pinky
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| Women lust me, they say I’m too ghetto
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| They can’t trust me, my timeline be filled with his bitch
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| He wanna bust me, Mira Mira talk
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| Coca Cola deals, big scales
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| Doing different shit, Alaska
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| SnapChatting at Wheels Donnie
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| My prognosis is atrocious out the black wraith
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| Fly shit, never down, I stay with some faith
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| Ahh
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| Need a little something that can take me there
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| To a place that I can get away from
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| My feelings so far away
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| Somewhere with my head up in the clouds
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| Suddenly it doesn’t feel so loud
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| So far, away, somewhere
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| Dreamt of Ferraris and Ferragamos
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| Raised on the streets, and married the marijuana
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| Told the joint terminate my thoughts like Sarah Conner
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| But it couldn’t, but I smoked with Big, a badge of honor
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| And Faith, what’s fate?
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| Light and 8th and I’m straight
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| That’s the morning
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| But I’mma need a zip when it’s late
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| I used to sit on the crate
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| But now I dip in the seats
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| Of the Cherokee
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| The therapy’s a spliff to the face (huh?)
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| I’m from the strain gang and the mean team
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| Cut the lights, turn the beat on, let the pain bang
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| Light the joint, the escape route
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| You heard it from the Ghost
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| But you should it hear it from Faith now
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| Need a little something that can take me there
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| To a place that I can get away from
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| My feelings so far away
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| Somewhere with my head up in the clouds
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| Suddenly it doesn’t feel so loud
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| So far, away, somewhere
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| Ayo Big, we got it
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| We gon' hold baby-girl down, man
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| Ay, ay, ay
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| Talk now baby |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Take Me There, artist - Faith Evans. Album song The King & I, in the genre R&B