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Yeah The August symphonic, power of ablonic To heal still, medical bill trill harmonics Silver sonnets from the Bonyuesian bonnets I leave a whole sleeve down in Condolese's comments Cop a reebonix, competent and gannet Godzilla's economics rock gondolas 'til you vomit Bigger than the tongue and write signatures with a Thomas Great Wall of China climber and Bonny will correspond it Opera onyx, popular's for convicts Stay below the doppler, turn robotics into sonics Positioned jostlers, monitor hegemonics Robots make the robots that solder the electronics Nostradamus couldn't bother to keep a promise Logic's on the rocket, what profit defeats a conscience? Somebody's daughter is contemplating the convent But a man with a dollar is slobbering for her honchos Mouth is just watering for some nonsense And this might be the moment her modeling probably launches Gobbling collard greens through the rumpus Washing gasoline, watch hollering, replace a congress Golden gossiping auditing through my content Running out of water, just pondering where the pond went World's hottest summer, we're wondering if they pawned it Desperate for the credits to come tumbling through the conflict, yeah These episodes of the soul Make me go past emote control Can you make a ho' fold? All the drill music in Zion These episodes of the soul Make me go past emote control Can we make a ho' fold? All the drill music in Zion Now there are those that resoluted to wreck Got caught, fought, lost, electrocuted to death Came a little late for the rescue and the flesh DNA exonerates posthumously whatever's left No resurrection but reputation's correct The revelation brings decorated regrets All do respect, it's not really about fair Collective sigh, 'cause the real killer's still out there (there, there) Probably calling up police Complaining 'bout his neighbors or just walking on the beach Why should he have such views of the ocean? And not be hanging from the gallows with his neck neatly broken? I let it soak in, then I put the soap in Then I put the boats in, then I play with both them The hot tub's now lookin' like a yacht club Makin' sure I get all of the shoes like a bot does Neighbor is pissed Tells the cops, "If he wants to bathe like a sailor live on a container ship" I party all night and the bangin' is intense 'Cause I know exactly what you did and you gon' pay for it, you bitch These episodes of the soul Make me go past emote control Can you make a ho' fold? All the drill music in Zion These episodes of the soul Make me go past emote control Can we make a ho' fold? All the drill music in Zion We'll end this shortly, story moral is the same You either fly into the portal or put the portal over the plane Coralling mortals is nothing short of insane Let's try and turn this quarter water to a quarter bottles in Janes, haha These episodes of the soul Make me go past emote control Can we make a ho' fold? All the drill music in Zion These episodes of the soul Make me go past emote control Can we make a ho' fold? All the drill music in Zion
Writer(s): Wasalu Jaco Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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