Lyrics

A digital network A digital network A digital network This dream is a network to wake you from your sleep You like my old song, not my new song What do you want? Move on, do one I used to be on moves, now I've moved on I used to work at New Look, this is my new job I used to beat girls on my futon, well I still do It's the only thing that's more Essex, more massive, more round and appealing to women is a boob job Hah, and as I look up in the sky I can see the man on the moon looking in my eyes So I slide, bruv what you looking for, a fight? Pull my arm back then I hook him with the right Ain't done yet, bang him once more then Two landed on the what'd you call em? Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin (Houston we have a problem) Uh, lyrical killer Whoops, metaphor dropper, syllable spiller I'll kill you for lunch, I'll kill you for dinner Then I'll eat you for breakfast, I'm a cereal killer You can't be living around me, I will kill off a liver And kill off your liver like addiction to liquor, nigga Alright, I admit it, I'm bitter, I give up I am better and bigger, I am iller and sicker Call me Jack the Hun, or Attila the Ripper A different mixture, did you get it or didn't ya? Well if you don't get it, I'll get ya Wrap you up like it's the 24th Open you up just like it's the 25th of December Call me Chris Brown, call me Chris Brown You'll be hitting Rihanna notes when them hits land Nigga sit down, nigga sit down Breathe heavy on the track, so you're never gonna catch The team we be, terrorists in fact Like them bredders in Iraq, we squeeze the heat when it's been attached To some metal on your back, we're better than your Average, get your cambrics, we set the standards, standard Dream the elected candidate who ran the place While the rest just ran away and I have to say
Writer(s): Saul Milton, William Kennard, Takura Tendayi, Dream Mclean Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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