| I wish that your headaches would subside, my friend
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| And that your healing isn’t just a case of double contact lens
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| I’ve got my name down for table at the Jambi Cafe
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| So I can «Meka Leka Hiney Ho» all of your pain away
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| And I am outside D’s Variety; |
| I’m up on the brick wall
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| And it’s the first time that this tongue of mine has licked a fireball
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| I close my eyes and feel the burn and say «Yeah, bring it on»
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| I feel weak, but I’m trying to prove to myself that I’m strong
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| I heard you ate shit at the skate ramp
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| Two left feet watering a face plant
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| Ah dude, you know that «skate or die» is just a term
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| The latter half is fully independent of the first
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| Still I get it you were curbside, sentenced to observe
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| From the low-risk prison of a sedentary perch
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| All jittery, vault triggering your inner tomboy
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| Timidly slipping into the military convoy, dang
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| Lose trucks aim for the fun box
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| Juiced up, cruising over urethane gum drops
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| You hit the kicker warp speed yelling «Punk rock!»
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| Turns out plywood’s not a fan of tough talk, oof
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| Cued up a slow-mo heave-ho
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| Everybody staring at the airborne freak show
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| Scraped knees and a very bruised ego
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| You’re a good kid just a goofy Knievel
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| The good news is it really doesn’t matter
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| The other good news is an apple Jolly Rancher
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| And it won’t heal wounds but it will heal moods
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| And it’s sweet and it’s sour and it’s green and it rules
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| Can’t do much so the cut won’t sting
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| But you can make a couple taste buds go z-z-z-zing
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| Can’t do much so the cut won’t sting
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| But you can make a couple taste buds go ziga-ziga-zing
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| If you got bit by a viper from the Amazon
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| I would sneak my dad’s X-acto and cut X’s in your arms
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| And I would suck out all the venom causing chaos and confusion
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| And replace that shit with a Swiss Miss and Ovaltine transfusion
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| And I’m on the stoop at Joe’s and I am just a little kid
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| And it’s the first time that this tongue of mine gives a blue Raz a lick
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| And all that I can say is «Holy shit, guys what is this?»
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| What could I have done to deserve such awesomeness?
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| What could I have done to deserve such awesomeness? |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jambi Cafe, artist - The Uncluded. Album song Hokey Fright, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп