Lyrics:
mean, I speak, and it’s here
And you can feel it
But you might not even get it
Preme on the track, Dot with the pen
Watch out, ‘cause them boys at it
To her friend to her father
The story of her father's scar
The girl who made her feel dumb
The girl who was hit by the car
The air felt perfect on her skin
and asked him his
And he said, "The boys just call me Camouflage."
Whoa Camouflage
Things are never quite the way they seem
Whoa Camoufalge
I was
Marine light a fire in his eye
And it was strange but suddenly I forgot my fears
Well, we fought all night side by side we took our battle stance
And I
and asked him his
And he said, "The boys just call me Camouflage."
Whoa Camouflage
Things are never quite the way they seem
Whoa Camoufalge
I was
It's word to my missus, you feel me?
On God, I'ma tell the truth or die tryin'
Young city boy, I was raised by lions
Word to my mother,
She had some strange ideas about living
Just wasn't part of the game
She had some loving she knew she couldn't part with
Boys would never be
a strange magnetic pull
Like a homing signal in your skull
And you sail by the stars of the hemisphere
Wondering how in the hell did you end up here?
See the strange boy keeping to the shadows
He's a very good friend of mine
I've seen you running from the ladies
Don't tell me you're not that
to feel alright
Led yourself to a false peaceful state of mind
Setting the pain off to the side never worked as the method to get by
You can't escape
it)/Nina gonna sleep with the opps boy ima beast with the mop/making sure names doesn't drop his body still twitching from shots/hold that
I'm not with none
Unfortunately due to a strange and unexplainable incident
The therapist is currently in the hospital
If you're having any mental issues
Or feel like your mental
Margareth Thatcher on TV
Shocked by the deaths that took place in Beijing
It seems strange that she should be offended
The same orders are given by
kill your pack, no cap I'm ruthless
Had to dumb it down cause you rap so stupid, boy
Better back up, czkaban the bars stacked up
I'm the man who must
THOUGHT I'LL BE YOUR ANGEL AND YOUR SAINT
THAT I'LL BE LOOSING CONTROL OVER YOU
ALL THESE THINGS THAT ME FEEL IS STRANGE
AND IT GOT ME GOING INSANE
SO
You’re feeling pain, feeling strange and feeling everything?
You’re feeling depressed, you feel alone, you feel like you should quit?
You feel like this
floor
And show the club what we out here getting grands for
A double shot on the rocks, what you playing for
Buy a bottle by the bar, get your man's dough
misery
Do you want to feel like a saint in artists' clothes
With a rosary in your hand
Do you wanna be crazy like Van Gogh like a
stranger in a
Strange
Boy sit down,
Had ten toes on the pavement
Every time karma went 'round
We all accounted for
Loud and clear like we got pounds to blow
Underground
like the breaks check it
Looking up to the greats can be some strange shit
Inspiration tainted by the thought you'll never make it
Funny when they was
My sawed off by the bed, it's a craft-matic
The size of a Subway sandwich, ask Jared
Big foot givin' input
Every rhyme like Lisa Ray homie, fuck
real, aww, it's testimony time
Oh who is that? Young Chris Bridges
Boy I'm glad you finally grew into them ears
Go on and testify
[Ludacris]
Lord,
stand aside please
No pictures, do you hear?
No pictures of my wife
No pictures of the boy
Hey, hey Christine, why Coney Island?
Your first concert
boys falling at their feet
and it's a strange way down
from the cradle to
take me by the
coz you'll never be the last one
and you'll never be the first
.jpg/300px-John_Etheridge_Cosmopolite_2018_(213113).jpg "John Etheridge")
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