| Pyroman
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| Yeah
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| Cracks in the buildin', yeah, they made it fall apart
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| I don’t keep up with appearances to make you feel a part
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| Yeah, what I do, yeah, you weren’t there
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| Yeah, when I started all of the lines
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| I’ve seen it all through them motherfuckin' eyes
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| Six senses, yeah, that I got
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| The tightest tight with the plugs, it’s a knot
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| I got careers, my huncho don’t stop
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| I had to sacrifice love to progress
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| Used to put love, have him under duress
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| I made her sit on a pack
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| I told her a chicken always take care of the eggs
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| Managed the Pyrex, what I got up to before
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| Let’s take a guess
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| Brothers try catch up to me, they need rest
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| This shit gets tirin', know I’m the wizard
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| I’m still an enigma, I paint a good picture
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| I cannot stop, I’m a machine, yeah
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| Used to be a routine, yeah
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| I was sittin' and baggin', yeah
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| Now I eat cuisines, yeah
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| Now I eat Wagyu beef, yeah
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| That shit’s a hundred a fillet, yeah
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| Worked out my flow, how to steal it, yeah
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| Water on me, I distil it, yeah
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| Can’t take her back after I hit it, yeah
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| Fam, I’m on my bag that I gotta carry
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| And I’ll do it all in man’s city, yeah
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| Scorin' golazos, that’s Sane, yeah
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| Any amount and they ran it, yeah
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| They gon' say hello to me
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| I’m good with rubber bands bitch (Mmhmm) (Grrr, bow) (Grrr, bow)
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| Man, it’s been a decent year
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| I’m smokin' Cali', it’s a habit (Mmhmm) (Grrr, bow) (Grrr, bow)
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| Man, it’s kinda sad that kids are killin' kids
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| Man, that shit tragic (Mmhmm) (Grrr, bow) (Grrr, bow)
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| And they can’t help it
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| Man, that people’s parents, yeah, they were drug addicts (Mmhmm) (Grrr,
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| bow) (Grrr, bow)
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| And I can’t lie, yeah, I used to sell some drugs to the addicts (Mmhmm) (Grrr,
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| bow) (Grrr, bow)
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| Man, I can’t lie, man, I used to sell some drugs to the addicts (Mmhmm) (Grrr,
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| bow) (Grrr, bow)
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| Let’s get shit straight
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| If you’re fuckin' with me, there’s a stick in the place
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| We pop shit bait and pop them doors
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| Anytime and any place
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| Too many times had to pattern the case
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| Me and bro had to petrol bathe
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| If I buck into opps, no fear in my heart
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| Man’s pressin' the guage
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| If you got TT then it better be white
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| Don’t give me a Z if it’s comin' out beige
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| Don’t fuck with my cake
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| If you’re bumpin' me, man’s robbin' the flake
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| I still put buj on my block
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| I still try focus on black like Dave
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| How many punks try to set it on me
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| And I ended up chingin' and flippin' the page?
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| How can I beef these punks?
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| I’m a t’ug, 9 livin'
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| Got the bruck back spinnin'
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| If man try roll up then it gets barked at him
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| Weed that I’m billin', we rise and ping him
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| Two dum-dums in a gauge 'cah the nozzle’s twinnin'
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| Revolver’s spinnin', uh
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| Get the trapline blingin'
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| Slang it and dish it, I must be the trillest, uh
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| I’m trapped in the ends with skengs, drug addicts and drillers
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| Ballys and dingers, uh
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| Still get drilly
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| Poke man’s head, have him lookin' like Krillin, uh
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| Fuck how you’re feelin', my shit is the realest
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| They gon' say hello to me
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| I’m good with rubber bands bitch (Mmhmm) (Grrr, bow) (Grrr, bow)
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| Man, it’s been a decent year
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| I’m smokin' Cali', it’s a habit (Mmhmm) (Grrr, bow) (Grrr, bow)
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| Man, it’s kinda sad that kids are killin' kids
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| Man, that shit tragic (Mmhmm) (Grrr, bow) (Grrr, bow)
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| And they can’t help it
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| Man, that people’s parents, yeah, they were drug addicts (Mmhmm) (Grrr,
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| bow) (Grrr, bow)
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| And I can’t lie, yeah, I used to sell some drugs to the addicts (Mmhmm) (Grrr,
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| bow) (Grrr, bow)
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| Man, I can’t lie, man, I used to sell some drugs to the addicts (Mmhmm) (Grrr,
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| bow) (Grrr, bow) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Addicts , by - Unknown T. Song from the album Rise Above Hate, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп