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• Artiste: Triple One
• Titre: Where Is He?
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Goddamn, yeah I love the attention Suicide boy, yeah I love the affection Object, yeah I love the objection Objectify me girl, baby ready my weapon Cocaine is a hell of preference When living ain't cheap and your nose got a mouth Six beers and it's asking me questions Like who's got the plug, and where is he now? I don't know if I'ma be around this year Hate getting out of bed but I tell myself I love it Days fly by like a Concord here I'm waiting for the crash, still waiting for the crash 45 90 hit the ground my dear By the time you know it'll be too late I'm all out of luck and I've been too scared To answer voices I can't hear Role models say live it, but I just wanna get livid Keeping out of troubles like keeping out of opinions I don't know where it all goes, call me pronto Acting like a honcho but really I'm more like gonzo Mondo el a Quattro, getting blocked nose Hail Mary baby pop flow, like a rock show Dibble dabble dance with devil but I never lock eyes But I never lock eyes Goddamn, yeah I love the attention Suicide boy, yeah I love the affection Object, yeah I love the objection Objectify me girl, baby ready my weapon Cocaine is a hell of preference When living ain't cheap and your nose got a mouth Six beers and it's asking me questions Like who's got the plug, and where is he now? Yeah, yeah, they got it Pick it up and burn a pocket til they drop it 51 is better odds and better profit You 49n, you percenting out of pocket, stop it Dish lickers but you wouldn't go to trotters It's all the same, sign your name on the dotted What's your make, run a rake at a rotty Couple stakes and a staffy like I'm sorry, but I'm not Every time I say now it's fucking up my gut Used to say it everyday Think everyday's enough Now I'd rather hit the legs then give it up V8s licking on the road to galahs Couple chicks want it but the boys want a laugh VBs flowing off the hoist and the bath Yelling see me neck it, out the sack or a cast That's enough, just a day living burnt in your yard