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Apathy( Chad Bromley )
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Connecticut Casual
No I never want to feel like I did that thing
Take me to the place I look, take all the way
No I never want to feel like I did that thing
Take me to the place I look, take all the way
How pathetic, like drug infested in a small town
In the middle of the State in '
In the middle of USa, nowhere, nowhere resist
Unless you want to buy or sell drugs
Around the time of flash prints so they be so beauty
And back with the colliding gad double hit on their dude
My mother ex man he know droll behind the bright lights
Hand out with some mics they cop great ludes
Nearly on the hard way, white people party hard
They keep me up in night
So it's cool I'll be hardy test with a shord behind
And a rhythm, high, high, have a bomb
But fucking Camicazi, sometime I feel like the bomb
And no one can decide me a black old son
That will multiply barby, the time we're in the sixties so we wait and took the tacky
And call around, corrode it, our body's anybody
Absurd from the baddest check on
From the rap was rap gope and trappin the black offer
It's a crap that could say'and cruse some motherfucker
The fair is the humble in pyramid they discover wanna search some more
Way you brooch is on cars, I trade blunt to the God to the brunch and stars
Wanna block all unfair, rock it a period spreadinig
I heard 'em here talking fucking whores propertary
It's all to believe it, that's no body out there
Try to believe that I'm all alone
No I never want to feel like I did that thing
Take me to the place I look, take all the way
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No I never want to feel like I did that thing
Take me to the place I look, take all the way
And I don't wanna feel like life's no real
I flesh the whole bottle full of zen , know the deal
Medication likes slaver inside the pressure
It's how the rich kings controlling this poor presence
We ain't even human anymore
Just reminisce, they let us pay arms but we register our weapons
And even if we ever had to start a silver war
Then we looking out your profile
Ticking in your door, hard core, great school before I was on soft mood
Just to hate my principles' so I keep luck the door
Now I'm on tour watching my back in the bathroom
Cuz you said cartoons needed and fames for stack rooms
What cold is what I'm rocking LA, they don't play
You had a father, that was deeper
'I was trade
Make styles, you just trade me with those rappers
Fuck a message in a bottle , raps in the crack vibe
No I never want to feel like I did that thing
Take me to the place I look, take all the way
No I never want to feel like I did that thing
Take me to the place I look, take all the way
No I never want to feel like I did that thing
Take me to the place I look, take all the way
Thangs, thangs, thang changing the hood that i'm living
Thangs, thangs, thangs changing the hood where I'm living
Thangs, thangs, thangs chaging the hood where I'm living
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