| When it come down to it, just like a knee, all blew it
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| Just like a sneeze, achoo it
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| Felt it like a breeze I knew it another couple of hundred emcees couldn’t do
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| what we do it
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| Going way past the point to come back
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| Better have 'em come check where the bombs at
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| Fuck 'em all like a contract
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| Bet they got they cops and they contacts
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| Bet they got a lawyer
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| A retainer ain’t debatin' me to stop that
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| Later I be dealing with a sword, it’s a portrait
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| I don’t give a fuck about a hater you can halt that
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| Always on your mind like a skull cap
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| Only way I’m dropping a dime is if she fall back
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| Got your motherfuckin' back like a bra strap
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| But you bitches need to go and get your balls back
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| Probably got them hidden in your fuckin' homies jaws facts
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| Twiztid, propane
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| Gassing on these bitches since the old days
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| Gunshots, road rage
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| Talkin' bout your feelings, where the lows man?
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| Fuck Feelings, fuck feelings, fuck feelings, fuck feelings
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| Everything you are, I’m the opposite
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| Screaming «fuck the world"with no apologies
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| You could do your worst, it doesn’t bother me
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| I don’t feel a thang
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| Arrogance is evil, they makin' you look conceited
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| And anger come off as jealous, like you prolly can’t achieve it
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| Confidence is king and having it make you look better
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| But when doubt come out to visit, enter into gloomy weather
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| Better but we’re not feeling better, we enter in despair
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| With no one to talk to, with no one to really care
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| Doubt’s all about solidifying that you’re weak
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| But greed’s from out of town and up in the driver’s seat
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| Buckle up, we be catchin' up on bad times
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| With the blindfolds on as we roll through the stop signs
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| No breaks or intention to stop
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| Everybody normal in the world, did I mention I’m not
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| If it ain’t habit then I’m somewhere in-between
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| So many ridicule our secret abnormality genes
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| And I done seen so-called Satan
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| Holy shit maybe it’s time for the criminals to win
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| Twiztid, propane
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| Gassing on these bitches since the old days
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| Gunshots, road rage
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| Talkin' bout your feelings, where the lows man?
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| Fuck Feelings, fuck feelings, fuck feelings, fuck feelings
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| Everything you are, I’m the opposite
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| Screaming «fuck the world"with no apologies
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| You could do your worst, it doesn’t bother me
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| I don’t feel a thang |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song F Feelings , by - Twiztid. Song from the album Mad Season, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп