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We Are Back Video (MV)




Performed By: Mark Five
Language: English
Length: 1:50
Written by: Tomáš Kučera




Mark Five - We Are Back Lyrics
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I am sitting on the couch too stoned
Box for my weed is f*cking gold
My guy is on the f*cking road
He does what I told
You are running from the cops
Are you f*cking Bolt
(Are you f*cking Bolt huh?)
Smoke smoke smoke
Everyday we smoke
I see my little brother running down the street
With a bag full of dope
I used to do the same things
Now I am in the studio
I stopped for a moment
Now I am back on road
My ganja directing my flow
I'll never trade a brother for a hoe
I am walkin' realness
You are f*cking joke
I am high, I am low
My whole city gimme respect
I am without show
Smoking trees
I am natural
You are on the snow
No sleep
Now recording
Fifth track in a row
Rap is bit a painfull
But that no one know
I am still chillin' on the street
My neck doesn't glow
I am to f*cking stoned
My world is multicore
Core core core
Motherf*ckin' multicore
I was broke as hell
Sleeping on the motherf*ckin' floor
I was stealing food at the store
We just wanna more
We just wanna take the motherf*ckin' score
(Motherf*ckin' score)
Smoke smoke smoke
Everyday we smoke
I see my little brother running down the street
With a bag full of dope
I used to do the same things
Now I am in the studio
I stopped for a moment
Now I am back on road
Bitch I am back on the motherf*ckin' road
Hightop is back on the motherf*ckin' road
I cleaned a f*cking toilets bro
I worked sixteen hours a day
They didn't like me
Now they want to hear, what I say
Now these f*ckers wanna stay
Get the f*ck out of my way
I don't wanna change the game
I don't want that big ass chain
I just wanna do the music man
I'll always be the motherf*ckin' same bitch
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I am sitting on the couch too stoned
Box for my weed is f*cking gold
My guy is on the f*cking road
He does what I told
You are running from the cops
Are you f*cking Bolt
(Are you f*cking Bolt huh?)
Smoke smoke smoke
Everyday we smoke
I see my little brother running down the street
With a bag full of dope
I used to do the same things
Now I am in the studio
I stopped for a moment
Now I am back on road
My ganja directing my flow
I'll never trade a brother for a hoe
I am walkin' realness
You are f*cking joke
I am high, I am low
My whole city gimme respect
I am without show
Smoking trees
I am natural
You are on the snow
No sleep
Now recording
Fifth track in a row
Rap is bit a painfull
But that no one know
I am still chillin' on the street
My neck doesn't glow
I am to f*cking stoned
My world is multicore
Core core core
Motherf*ckin' multicore
I was broke as hell
Sleeping on the motherf*ckin' floor
I was stealing food at the store
We just wanna more
We just wanna take the motherf*ckin' score
(Motherf*ckin' score)
Smoke smoke smoke
Everyday we smoke
I see my little brother running down the street
With a bag full of dope
I used to do the same things
Now I am in the studio
I stopped for a moment
Now I am back on road
Bitch I am back on the motherf*ckin' road
Hightop is back on the motherf*ckin' road
I cleaned a f*cking toilets bro
I worked sixteen hours a day
They didn't like me
Now they want to hear, what I say
Now these f*ckers wanna stay
Get the f*ck out of my way
I don't wanna change the game
I don't want that big ass chain
I just wanna do the music man
I'll always be the motherf*ckin' same bitch
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Writer: Tomáš Kučera
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