| Yeah, yeah
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| Verb T
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| Illinformed
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| Ha (hey)
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| It’s the man with the foggy eyes
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| Yeah (you know)
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| Okay (you know, you know, you know, you know)
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| You know, you know)
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| Look
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| See I’m from a place that you know all too well
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| Where the cycle repeats and it hides the unique
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| Riding the conveyor belt around the gray town
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| Thought I wasn’t there, but then I found a way out
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| Don’t let the trends dress you up like a mannequin
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| Don’t just consume, mind state branded
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| In a matter of seconds, then it lasts a lot longer
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| Now your shoes gripping to the path a lot stronger
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| Gray smoke bellows from my eye sockets
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| I can’t see straight and can’t get my mind off it
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| So I try and put it down on these lines jotting
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| Then the ink hits the paper and it slides off it
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| Take time, walk away, reformulate
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| Feels sorta strange kinda like I’m reborn today
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| Each source of pain can be overcome
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| Hold your tongue, first you see a flash, then it’s over, son
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| The vapors still burning
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| Walking through the path with the danger still lurking
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| Twisting the plot and the page is still turning
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| They wanna know what happens next
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| I said the vapors still burning
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| Walking through the path with the danger still lurking
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| Twisting the plot and the page is still turning
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| They wanna know, wanna to know
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| I’m from another place that you ain’t been yet
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| Changing the course like a glitch, I’m a defect
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| A spanner in the works they’re imagining the hurt
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| While I’m feeling it, fuck yeah, I’m feeling it
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| We’re so deep in the heart, I nearly gave it up
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| Laying twisted up in a knot, so switch the caper up
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| I’m pounding the wall, there’s blood on the stone
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| I’m just burning at the soul, it’s like nothing you know
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| I’m begging it stop, I keep apologizing
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| There’s tears in my eyes, blood is leaking from the sinus
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| A sour taste, the man with the foggy eyes
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| Filling every page in my book to the bottom line
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| I’m from a lost and forgotten time
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| When the stand-up guys all keep dropping like
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| Dead comedians, they’re feeling it
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| You’re seeing it, they got you hooked, now they reel you in |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Foggy Eyes, artist - Verb T. Album song The Man with the Foggy Eyes, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп