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  • Текст песни Muze Sikk - Paradigm

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    It ain’t really nothing to suck a soul from a body
    She pull up at any party and harvest your whole posse
    Illuminate every room and the dude is a dead beat
    The rumers are too soon
    He’s doomed
    He’s dead meat
    In a haunted house
    I’mma ghost now
    I play the host now
    I ate the whole style
    Got a plate of pesadas
    We pulled the boats out
    Row row little ship
    Let’s your throat shout
    I'll prolly band with bandwidth
    Oblate the blokes point
    I doubt he damages amateurs
    And his loins disappoint
    Shit was dank as a basement
    We lit the whole joint
    I spit that rickety stickety to your oink oink
    MF
    How you feeling
    How you dealing
    MF
    How you stealing
    My full filling?
    MF
    I could kill it
    I could will it
    I could muster
    Combust stuff when I bust pumps
    How you feeling
    How you wheeling
    In the muck muck
    How you peeling
    Off the ceiling of the hush hush
    We all eating
    We all drinking
    We all suffer
    I love love there ain’t no other love
    I ain't with that wack shit you rap on
    Pull up with the Mac
    With the strap on
    Sniffing on some bath salts
    Spitting off the stature
    I’m stricken with the factors
    Depictions of the passion
    I’m clicking into action
    Sticking to my rapture
    I’m living like a rap star
    And picking out the last parts and
    Gripping on my cash card
    Cash talks
    I’m astronaut
    Last call for that last call
    It ain’t really nothing to suck a soul from a body
    She pull up at any party and harvest your whole posse
    Illuminate every room and the dude is a dead beat
    The rumers are too soon
    He’s doomed
    He’s dead meat
    In a haunted house
    I’mma ghost now
    I play the host now
    I ate the whole style
    Got a plate of pesadas
    We pulled the boats out
    Row row little ship
    Let’s your throat shout
    I'll prolly band with bandwidth
    Oblate the blokes point
    I doubt he damages amateurs
    And his loins disappoint
    Shit was dank as a basement
    We lit the whole joint
    I spit that rickety stickety to your oink oink
    MF
    How you feeling
    How you dealing
    MF
    How you stealing
    My full filling?
    MF
    I could kill it
    I could will it
    I could muster
    Combust stuff when I bust pumps
    How you feeling
    How you wheeling
    In the muck muck
    How you peeling
    Off the ceiling of the hush hush
    We all eating
    We all drinking
    We all suffer
    I love love there ain’t no other love

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