| Lights, camera, chemical reaction
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| Attracted to a body of lies with fat asses
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| Thank the Most High for the high of high fashion
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| My art of war is killer couture, denim assassin
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| Am I, am I a douchebag or just another du-rag
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| Tryin' get ahead on some brand new wave shit?
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| For your entertainment, money is the language
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| So every time I speak, I’m tryna make another payment
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| I do ‘em dirty, sleep and get a dirt nap
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| That works, 'til my P.O. |
| ask me where I work at
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| Think I would learned that sleeping in the bird trap
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| Living on the run like somebody tryin' burn fat
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| I don’t give a fuck, now maybe that’s abstinence
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| Or the arrogance of someone who ain’t got shit
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| That think money over bitches is a stock tip (Tip, tip, tip, tip)
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| I live in a trap where things go crack
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| Wake up in the box with a box of Apple Jacks
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| Everybody acts like God is all that
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| But I got the feelin' he ain’t never coming back
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| So I got an angel that answer my prayer
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| Floating on the cloud that I blow in the air
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| Nobody wins, but nobody cares
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| They just want blood when the people cheer
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| I’m down to 95 dollars, that’s the extent of my riches
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| Out of 99 problems, 98 of ‘em is bitches
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| Out here hollerin', what’s ironic is I’ve honestly been tryna do what’s right
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| But some jawn legs in the air tonight like Phil Collins
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| I’m a sex-addicted introvert, sucker for a pencil skirt
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| Looking for a shorty coming from work, that I can pervert
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| On my existential grind doing consequential dirt
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| Searchin' for physical pleasure if I don’t go mental first
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| Molly poppin', trolley hoppin', know somebody prolly watchin'
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| That ain’t stoppin' me from coppin' a feel, karate choppin'
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| In this after-hours spot, watching mommy body rockin'
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| First I feed her vodka shots then she eat my Johnnie Cochran
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| Livin' fast, drinkin' Capt', one of them hoes even had
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| The audacity ask me how long this thing would last
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| I said, «You wanna pay for class? |
| Get on that stage and shake your ass»
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| She keep a dick in a box in an emergency, break the glass
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| I make her laugh, she makes it clap
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| And then she gives me lap dances and I’m thankful that
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| She keeps providing the place for me to be unfaithful at
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| (Be unfaithful at, be unfaithful at, be unfaithful at)
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| I live in a trap where things go crack
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| Wake up in the box with a box of Apple Jacks
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| Everybody acts like God is all that
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| But I got the feelin' he ain’t never coming back
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| So I got an angel that answer my prayer
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| Floating on the cloud that I blow in the air
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| Nobody wins, but nobody cares
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| They just want blood when the people cheer |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song When The People Cheer, artist - The Roots. Album song ...and then you shoot your cousin, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп