| Everybody 'round me sayin' I should relax cause
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| I’ve been goin' hard 'til my eyes roll back but
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| All I want to do is forget about my past and
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| Smoke a little weed, really nothin' too drastic
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| Any time you see me in a picture and I’m smilin'
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| Probably cause I’m faded or I’m chillin' with the fans and
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| Not really the type to let a nigga talk back but
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| Imma let it slide cause my niggas too violent
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| Shoutout to the ones who spend money like a habit
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| Even if they had a million dollars, they’d be trappin'
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| Got a couple girls shootin' movies on the mattress
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| Then I hit the booth, make the motherfuckin' soundtrack
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| Then I play it back on the eighty-inch plasma
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| Then I get 'em faded off that super fantastic
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| Roll that grandmaster, smell it through the plastic
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| Nobody can handle me, I’m gone when the shit’s too strong
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| The night’s too long
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| I took too much and I’ve gone too far
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| And I might not make it
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| I might not make it
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| This time I might not make it
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| I might not make it
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| I might not make it
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| This time I might not make it
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| I might not make it
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| I might not make it
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| This time I might not make it
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| I might not
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| Bitches know, told a ho, «It's different strokes for different folks»
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| Came up out the north, we was playin' with a different snow
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| Took my niggas from the four-one to pacific coast
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| We no longer put no fish scale on the fishin' boat
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| Listen ho, I know all you bitches want is liquor, smoke
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| (Liquor, smoke)
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| I know all you bitches want is d*ck and dough (D*ck and dough)
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| Told her, «You don’t gotta make it difficult»
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| Baby, sit calm, we don’t need another episode
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| Hippy b*tches sendin' me titty pictures
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| She told me no religion was the new religion
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| She said she don’t believe in God but her shoes Christian
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| I heard she servin' everybody like the soup kitchen
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| Gettin' hoes higher, gettin' hoes higher
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| She got work in the mornin', I’m gettin' hoes fired
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| Why the f*ck you call it purp when you mix it pink?
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| You know I f*ckin' mix the drinks when the sh*t's too strong
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| The night’s too long
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| I took too much and I’ve gone too far
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| And I might not make it
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| I might not make it
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| This time I might not make it
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| I might not make it
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| I might not make it
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| This time I might not make it
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| I might not make it
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| I might not make it
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| This time I might not make it
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| I might not |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Is Not All One , by - Tony Scott. Song from the album Music For Zen Meditation And Other Joys, in the genre Джаз