Lyrics:
times, just like the people next door
Bigger house, bigger 'fridge, bigger washing machine
'Cos you're a consumer'n, baby, you're the advertiser's dream
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
What do you think of that?
I'm sleeping down at the laundromat,
If you should pass by,
Be sure to drop right in.
Well I don't have no clothes
Drugs is like all that I fuck with and
All of these bad bitches love it
And know that it's Good Gas the
Label, good gas, good gas
Know that I blow it
If
to that machine
Before I start noticing
Gate was open, but we stayed still
Been sedated by the blue pill
Now we can't see our way out of this hole
Think
blessed by the best
No contest, I’m a goddess
Getting blessed by the best
No contest, I’m a–
Got myself a nice guy
And he looking like G-Eazy and Machine
show
Money on me I'm machine
Fuck with me my life's a trip
Bands up, now shawty want me
Big pack I be smoking on green
Did this at home by myself
about the old days
How time always slowly slips away
Don't think we're ever gonna figure out
How to build a time machine so we can go back
I wish I
You're doing the very best that you can, yes?
So, stop being hard on yourself
You got to take things one day at a time, day by day, step by step
You
What’s happening y’all? It’s
Terrace Martin, ay, so check it out
I got three microphones, three of the
Dopest emcees, a drum machine
Two turntables
the number nine coal
Someday when I'm dead and gone to heaven, the land of my dreams
I won't have to worry on losin' my job, on bad times and big machines
We're so helpless to our technology
I don't want to be controlled by machines
Analog boy in a digital world
Don't be so digital
Our parents wonder
hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy does it
I was knocking motherfuckers out
What's your name boy
Funky,
By and By
You'll find me sitting in the back with the rock cocaine
Radio lover and a radio king
Can't love a robot, can't love a machine
Everything's
Before she is misbehaves and she Choke me
Black raves out of blue feed me into a slaughter machine
Bit by bit her sweet speeches like honey
Enough to draw
I been losing my mind
I was lost in 09
With some girl by my side
But it's you on my mind
But it's you every time
The drink hits, expose lies
Throw
jeans
I'm Jack Frost i'm Mr.clean
Think I'm too cool
Call me Smoothie machine
Bitches had a lot to say
Before that uzi machine
I used to dress like I
down on my skin
Passing by like a breeze then I'ma give her the limb
Gotta grab another kilo
She a bad lil bitch but she don't care bout Milo
Perked
Gettin' hit by typhoons, machine guillotines
Rip out the spleens, tonight while ya screams
I'll blast ya in ya dreams, listen to my bombs
Like you
of the road I got a smile on my face and I'm never coming to never coming to never coming to ...double time working machine I had a big bad plan it was a real
dem ah beat like a drum machine (bow)
Rifle, handgun, sub-machine (bow)
Diss di link Toronto mek you sink off like ah submarine
Smoke di weed
hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy does it
I was knocking motherfuckers out
What's your name boy
Funky,
Grabbed that bitch by her hair
Drug her across the ground
And took her up to the highest diving board and tossed her down
Sorry coach, its too late
wife,
and yes, you sexy as fuck
I think you gon be probably good for sex
Look, I'm probably gonna have a dream
I want you as bad as addiction,
and that's
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