| Crush my… little lungs
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| Hope I see you in the audience
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| I don’t think this life is very fun
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| Drink all night, catch eyes with everyone
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| These lights they keep on whistling
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| And I don’t think it’s time for this again
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| Crease my pants and tie my collar in
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| This old bitch lost weight and collagen (Ayy)
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| Blowing up the heating on the porch side
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| Breath it when she got me with that neck bite
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| Don’t need her but I want her like a fist fight (Ayy)
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| Bad to the bottom till my… die (Ayy)
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| Blowing up the heating on the porch side
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| Breath it when she got me with that neck bite
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| Don’t need her but I want her like a fist fight (Ayy)
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| Bad to the bottom till my… die (Ayy)
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| Keep it by my bedside, on hip my bed bites
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| Reaper rocking tie dye, burn that shit like campfire
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| Speak it like I’m sure, she don’t wanna 'cause
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| She don’t wanna die, think I saw her my…
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| But I don’t ever lie, so I just tell it like it is
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| Tell it like it is or you’ll get caught up in that mid draw
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| Sucking on a cigarette, you could die by pitchfork
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| I don’t wanna answer it, and slide it to the destroy
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| I’ve seen you face before
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| Walkin' through the door
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| With a bright smile in your eyes
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| Taking time to recognise
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| It’ll never be the same
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| I’m hoping for the rain
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| Cleanse the ruff stuff covered us
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| Enter new morn' without fuss
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| Stay home, stay home, stay home
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| Stay home, stay home, stay always
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| Grips on my hair, hands on my waist
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| Sugar in the morning with the triple ace (Ayy)
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| Blowing up the heating on the porch side
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| Breath it when she got me with that neck bite
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| Don’t need her but I want her like a fist fight (Ayy)
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| Bad to the bottom till my… die (Ayy)
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| Blowing up the heating on the porch side
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| Breath it when she got me with that neck bite
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| Don’t need her but I want her like a fist fight (Ayy)
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| Bad to the bottom till my… die (Ayy)
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| We can remain dancer out here on the sand dust
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| Number one romancer then treat you like cancer
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| All my power to people still battling with their evils
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| But you shit just isn’t fair, Lord forbid me to ever care
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| And its ashes to ashes, we still both feeling like it’s mutual
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| Back it on back of everything crack a fat while I’m listening
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| 'Cause usually I’m on the brink of failing remain to hold it together
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| With spit and bodily fluid put neck and back
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| Into it, I’m through it and remain to hold it
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| Together and push my power to pleasure
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| Just to forget what the weather is like on the other side of Kansas
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| City people are pretty, tap ankles with ruby shoes
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| Just to get me into the mood, not being rude
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| I’m just seeing the engine like europeans, go harder than 90 BM’s
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| Crack it, I’m on a mission, don’t listen to all the visions
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| They’re missing a piece of brain and still flocking like 40 (Ayy)
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| Blowing up the heating on the porch side
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| Breath it when she me got me with that neck bite
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| Don’t need her but I want her like a fist fight (Ayy)
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| Bad to the bottom till my… die (Ayy)
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| Blowing up the heating on the porch side
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| Breath it when she me got me with that neck bite
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| Don’t need her but I want her like a fist fight (Ayy)
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| Bad to the bottom till my… die (Ayy)
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| Crush my… little lungs
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| Hope I see you in the audience
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| I don’t think this life is very fun
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| Drink all night, catch eyes with everyone |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tarlo , by - Triple One. Song from the album The Naughty Corner, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп