Lyrics:
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That's not what I'm about
What I look like?
Let me check myself out
I like them shoes over there
They don't have them in my size
I can next day air
Communication breakdown
Not there anymore
Communication breakdown
I'm all alone
No one there, in the air
All I learned was silence
No operator, message not
I swear it's hard to keep focus
Oh you hit my line dawg Ian notice
Too busy chasing after chuckee cheese tokens
Rat race for the cheese add some
Yo, throw your motherfuckin' middle fingers in the air, nigga
'Cause if y'all don't give a fuck, like we don't give a fuck
Throw your motherfuckin'
between the lines of the eyes and your brows
Your handshake ain't matchin' your smile, uh-uh, you niggas foul
I can feel it in the air
I can feel it in
hot lines; emergency communication
And the build-up is always to a punchline you can marvel
Y'all build up to nothing like the tower of Babel
Never
the line, damn right, I'm gon' hurt you
These faggot niggas even made gang signs commercial
Even Lil' Bow Wow throwin' it up
B2K Crip walkin' like, "That's
the line, damn right, I'm gon' hurt you
These faggot niggas even made gang signs commercial
Even Lil' Bow Wow throwin' it up
B2K Crip walkin' like, "That's
We both gettin' drowned the temptation get the best of us
When you come around communication be sex and dust
Blurred lines got my vision impaired
promotion,
Television commercial break
They try to play with your emotions,
It doesn't matter what it takes.
Persuasive communication,
Spreading out like
to the air my commercial, commercial
Got it, fire, hit me, hit me with the strongest shit in the wardrobe, in the cluster
Give me poison for my demon
I came
are the apprenticeship careers
Because those are things society
Still has not figured
Out how to train and automate yet
The classic line here is that
stay purple
Cause Cips with a Z bargain
Like Crazy Eddie commercials
Go Ah AH AHH AHHH
network with a dirt devil
Burn train buffers.
Hi!
Cute
(I can feel it in the air)
Eighty-five percent communication non verbal, man, you gotta stay sharp
That might be pussy to the next nigga but this
Oh
Just communication
Not a revelation
Let's have a conversation
It's hanging in the air, I hang on every line
Let's have a conversation
I know
Yo, throw your motherfuckin' middle fingers in the air, nigga
'Cause if y'all don't give a fuck, like we don't give a fuck
Throw your motherfuckin'
blind
Open up yo mind
And you'll find
Everything divine
These people lyin'
Read between the lines
I'm speaking to my youngins
These our fuckin times
I'm
kinda stiff, not like that
I'm in my chest, I don't do commercial parts
I fly air joint but I do commercial, I can do it in joint
Looking at me silly
won't speak
Infected projection hung thicken the air
Punching is burning plastics upon whiffing the nasal cringes
Pucker another 60-second lapse while 60
[Tah Murda]
Yo, throw your motherfuckin middlefingers in the air, nigga
Cause if y'all don't give a fuck, like we don't give a fuck
Throw your
Caught in moments of time (Memories)
Kisses trace lines from your spine
Love that seemed to be shared (Young love)
Romance where we both cared
Life
my line?
There's nothing left to say this time
And what would you say to a bad guy who's not there?
In terms of Roman numerals
He's IV league with
my line?
There's nothing left to say this time
And what would you say to a bad guy who's not there?
In terms of Roman numerals
He's IV league with
a velvet rope, Janet
Is he crazy? Sho Lia wicked like Fangoria
Fool is hatin' cause he don't understand my communication, Nokia
Tecca N9na spit it so
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