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  • Текст песни Isaiah Rashad - Soliloquy

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    [Verse 1]
    I left my daddy round '97, he was lazy
    Couldn't hit the grind but making babies I'm crazy
    Smoking bouquet cop it from my niggas pushing daisies
    Like a romance, push a nigga buttons like a program
    I been on the Jäger for a day-ger watch me slow dance
    Tough as Conan this the art of barbarian
    I got four white girls all Aryan
    I wonder what their daddy think fuck 'em, it's a revolution
    Fuck it, fuck 'em, take a break, let 'em fuck each other
    I ain't your everyday normal brother, porno lover
    She savin' children by the low and guzzle, what is muscle?
    And I'm finessing like I'm Timmy Duncan, win you something
    When you saw him macking this scatter rapping no passing my blunt
    Don't you put me on freshman covers I'm posing with lunch
    Think they worthy of presence presently passing 'em up
    No competing with bleachers jogging I'm running a muck
    Sweet Jesus, I fuck around and need a street sweeper
    Got the bodies on the cul-de-sac, follow me the cult is back
    Sippin' on that cognac and that Jim Jones
    Watching movies like damn that Vince Vaughn is a funny cat
    Fred Claus and the Kelly up in your closet
    Belly full of smog and ciggys just make me nauseous
    Wonder how the fuck you let a nigga make you cautious
    But you jamming out to fucking Marilyn and Ozzy shit
    Ponzi scheme selling everybody dreams
    Kill it like your neighbour, I'm as nice everybody seems
    We just breaking bad and my brother serving Walter White
    I hope he ain't caught with that possession like a poltergeist
    Momma, where the Priests at? Why we gotta lease that?
    Why we can't own that? All these fat loaners
    Ain't no forewarning came bombing and I'm just Vietnam
    If you gon' be trippin' like a bitch, you should be a mom, see the son

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