| Take a vivid picture, no photo
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| Implement that shit into your mind, just so you know though
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| Sucka free living, I’ma say that that’s the motto
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| So for any nigga on that sucka shit, I’m no hoe bro
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| Might just have to drop a bomb, Han Solo
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| Got me bicken back being bool, Quasimoto
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| All about my paper gotta get my fucking dough hoe
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| Always on the fucking go-go, you a bitch like Tony Romo
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| Niggas came around now they extinct like Dodo’s
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| Meanwhile I’m in New York fucking up SoHo
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| Just bagged a new chick, Caroline, nickname Coco
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| Took her to the tele now lil' baby going loco
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| She just give me face, ain’t no fucking that’s a no-no
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| And she going 30 early dirty no soap though
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| I laugh at the haters, everything they say a joke though
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| And I’m screaming fuck 12, all these fowl ass po-po
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| Nowadays I really miss my fucking idols, so that’s the title
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| I grab a bible, pray for my rivals
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| Dead on arrival, I swear this shit to me like a cycle
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| Bodies in piles, blood rivers resemble Niles
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| They need survival, they need to rehearse a recital
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| I just sit back and listen to old Wayne songs
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| And get dome from a bitch while I brainstorm
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| And spit flames while also making it rain storm
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| See I can’t ignore it
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| And you niggas don’t see it’s in your brain you’re snoring
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| And you sleep on me until you can’t no more
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| And don’t fake on me and try to play the boy
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| I don’t know why I feel like nobody loves me
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| Or why they feel like my intention’s something ugly
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| Or why I feel like everyone needs something from me
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| Or why I feel like everyone just saying fuck me
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| Or why I feel like the opposition gon' buss me
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| If I gave you my heart would you still love me
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| Lately baby I feel like nobody trust me
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| Is it just me, yeah
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| Nowadays I really miss my fucking idols, so that’s the title
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| I grab a bible, pray for my rivals
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| Dead on arrival, I swear this shit to me like a cycle
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| Bodies in piles, blood rivers resemble Niles
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| They need survival, they need to rehearse a recital
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| I just sit back and listen to old Wayne songs
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| And get dome from a bitch while I brainstorm
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| And spit flames while also making it rain storm |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Missing My Idols , by - Trippie Redd. Song from the album LIFE'S A TRIP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп