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Song:Wakeup
Album:Bouncing SoulsGenres: 
Year: Length:107 sec

Lyricist: RZA

Lyrics:

Nairy
(Oh, oh)

Came through, I had some complications workin' by myself
King and queen, way I'm blessed, Lord, I'm thankful what I'm dealt (Dealt)
6-speed, 83, I'm dashin', catchin' on a breeze (Yeah)
Set to sail, catch a wave, you crashin' down and underneath

Goddamn, down again, now I got the upper hand (Oh)
Crushed up, pour again, need a hundred milligrams
Eyes back, geeked up, freak, I need a million (Oh)
Ten stacks, I'm back, eyes look like chameleon

Made the move, I had the birthright ('Right)
Hindsight, I should've left right then (Left right then)
Lost twice, man, I should've known when (When, when)
O-on my way, had to get it right again
I-I ain't make the same decision twice
Lockin' in a hundred nights
Take a chance and throw the dice
Cards he choosin', lookin' nice
I ain't make the same decision twice
Lockin' in a hundred nights (Yeah)
Take a chance and throw the dice
Cards he choosin', lookin' nice (Ooh)

Goddamn, down again, now I got the upper hand (Oh)
Crushed up, pour again, need a hundred milligrams
Eyes back, geeked up, freak, I need a million (Oh)
Ten stacks, I'm back, eyes look like chameleon

Ice cold, nails black, baddest bitch I ever had
This that chit-chat, pull my tricks out of the hat
Down bad, so sad, stackin' up my myriads
Nineteen, off the rocker, fuckin' on another blogger
Kitty-cat, touch her toes
Turn her bad, ruined souls
Soldier boy, coming home
Addy time, getting zoned
Fifteen, I was chosen
Now they tryin' me for promo
Never even seen me loco
Me and her, we share a choker
Workin' out the pot (Out the pot)
Pockets got some knots (Yeah)
Cartier, the frames (The frames)
Flip around the blame (H-hey)
She don't love the pain (The pain)
Stayed here in my veins
I'm surprised she came ('Prised she came)
She always got propane
She always got propane (She always got propane)

Goddamn, down again, now I got the upper hand (Oh)
Crushed up, pour again, need a hundred milligrams
Eyes back, geeked up, freak, I need a million (Oh)
Ten stacks, I'm back, eyes look like chameleon (Ooh, ooh)

Goddamn, down again, now I got the upper hand (Oh)
Crushed up, pour again, need a hundred milligrams
Eyes back, geeked up, freak, I need a million (Oh)
Ten stacks, I'm back, eyes look like chameleon




 

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