Funked Up Akkorde von
Linguistics
Linguistics

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Tonart: A minor
Verse 1
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Hello, yeah, guess who's back?
Drunk as fuck again
so I can barely spit a rap
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And when I'm sober
I'm nice, a girl's best friend
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Then my head switches to fuck it
I can get spent
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And this really ain't the real me,
don't mistake me for being sober
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Just cause I can still speak
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and don't try and reason
with me, nah
I'm far past that I'll ask
for a sip of your drink
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but never pass back,
past that I've got a bad attitude,
I've got skill and enough
A couple things that you haven't do
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Beating me's like trying
to win a race
You start backwards
I'm unbreakable, bitch,
you can't hack this
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You might think I'm arrogant, I'm not
I am not, on your planet,
on your planet, I am not
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I tripped on your missus,
how I managed, I forgot I was pissed
and somehow my hand
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has landed up a dot
It's like my mind's been hijacked
I can feel signals shooting
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through my synapse
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I'll return on the next day
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Same shit, different weekends,
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what my friends say
It's like my mind's been hijacked
Fuckin' feel signals shootin'
through my synapse
Bye bye
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I'll re turn on the next day
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Same shit, different weekends
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What my friends say?
Wake up shit
What did I do last night?
Friends sayin' I should take it slow
I'll just laugh like
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Never been the type to drink
by the half pint
Can't find anything I had at the start
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My wallet's missing and I got a vision
Of this boy that's witchin'
Sayin' I was with his missus
I can see his fist twitchin'
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But I'm not about that business
Headin' out the door
But first I'm nickin' all the liquor
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From that little dick in his kitchen
Bitchin' something that
I don't take part in
More than a couple times
I've passed out in gardens
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Hi mum, it's the new me
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I only went for a shot
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but somehow came back with two E's
I'm the one who's acting drunk as fuck
Eyes wide open,
hugging everything I fucking touch
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Now I'm in my bed
and I'm surrounded by vomit
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My head's spinning now
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but I'm feeling fucking proud of it
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It's like my mind's been hijacked
I can feel signals shooting
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through my synapse
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I'll return on the next day
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Same shit, different weekends,
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what my friends say
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It's like my mind's been hijacked,
I can feel signals shootin'
through my synapse
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I'll return on the next day,
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same shit, different weekends,
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what my friends say
Why is it always me?
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I'm always the one who ends up like
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Crowdsurfing through the living room
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at like 2 in the morning
Oh well, we all get pissed right?
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As long as you enjoy yourself
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Where's my bail now?

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