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lirik lagu rare – dabbla

[verse 1]
i’m out here trying to power up
need a volunteer to light the sour up
you ain’t nowhere near and you out of luck
all up in your ear like ‘now what’s up?’
don’t know how to take it when i spit weird
you said it’s your year cuz, which year?
all that cough syrup in your cup but your sh*t smeared
now it’s disappeared, man i pioneered
man i volunteered, ye
man that crash the vehicle [?] commandeered, ye
everything you hear, man i engineered
let me put it in the air that’s never cleared
yeah i did it live
and i did it well
and i did some other sh*t that really didn’t sell
but least i didn’t end up in the prison cell
waiting for the diner bell i just came in wishing well
pull rank, or what you gotta pull the maybank
soul jolting out the body with a yank
you are now rocking with the champ
from a grotty little camp
and he’s only got himself to thank
gotta put my stamp on this earth
trying to anchor these words
while i do little a sk*nk in the dirt
push it till it cramps and it hurts
i got drank on my shirt
you’re dealing with a w*nker at work, ye
[hook]
i did it on my ones
i dug it out the dirt
i put it in the air
i hustle for the funds
i had to make it work
i did it cos its rare
i did it on my ones
i dug it out the dirt
i put it in the air
i hustle for the funds
i had to make it work
i did it cos its rare

[verse 2]
undefeated cos i won’t let it
but i ain’t gonna cry if i don’t get it
fully gullified since ’07
and my brains all fried tryna process it
quarantine cos the flow spreading
in the field tryna deal with what’s most pressing
any time i turn it up there’s no telling
so don’t ever put my music on a low setting
anything you want, babe no stressing
everything blessed that’s progressive
dealing with a pro my profession
we can do a fast or a slow session
sh*t has been a mess but don’t test me
i stick you in the boot like joe pesci
anybody that i really know gets me
see me out in acapulco on a jet ski
i don’t think they get it man they never understand
full independent now its getting out of hand
cutting out the middleman i tell ’em where they stand
i don’t really wanna have to draw a diagram
student under suan*yung tell ’em i’m a dan
copying the boy damaging your diaphragm
ever since a young man never had a plan
happy days blowing up like richie cunningham
nothing like the old me everyone agrees
came to buckle everything and bring it to its knees
life is full of empty promises and f*ckeries
proper little jobsworths doing all the deeds
aiming for the stars then why’d you hit the trees?
gotta keep my quas at 45 degrees
you can save your bars and your breeze
i ain’t here to cater for your needs, nah, no!
[hook]
i did it on my ones
i dug it out the dirt
i put it in the air
i hustle for the funds
i had to make it work
i did it cos its rare
i did it on my ones
i dug it out the dirt
i put it in the air
i hustle for the funds
i had to make it work
i did it cos its rare

- dabbla

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