Lyrics:
Recycled services, you know the nerve of this
Oxygen gone, you ne, you never heard of this
From the forest fire
Movin' out, movin' out from
her up no they don't understand us
cuz, they say we too material
(material) but money make the world go
(round and round [x3]) yeahh,
they say we too
liability, offending the sensibilities of all the ones from the uptown neighbourhoods
19:27 Saturday service to Helensburgh Central
Mental couple arguing over
on what our perception is
Ethereal or material, deception lives
For the more gossip gives, good times to the guilty
However, I'm not sure that's the way
right hand can
Do anything for you with purpose
Call it secret service, call it secret service
Just remain calm
I know you're shaky and nervous
Call
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Racial prejudice - are influenced more
By material things like food
And economic necessities than by the
Fear and awe and bigotry
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apartment
You've got here
Sy Borg:
All government sponsored recreational services are clean and efficient
Joe:
This is exciting
I never plooked
the services
Street make basaa nsuo t) ah 3f)m chakaa
Boys make wild for materials and kuacha
Fuck your promises, make you take your analysis
If you die, make
on boys.
Won't you shake the poor sinner's hand?
Yes...
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Transformation central!
(Transformation central!)
Reformation central
me sóni moto bi témi
Sóni ile ni VGC ha I didn’t think so
Sóni Brema bi témi
Só ngbe e lo si Central Bay ha I didn’t think so
Wambi na I got a crib in
Hello, hello, baby
You called, I can't hear a thing
I have got no service
In the club, you see, see
Wha-wha-what did you say?
Oh, you're
play my life, I just play my role
I ain't tryna wipe tears I'm sick I blow my nose
I ain't tryna tweet no service like the Poconos
Rose up from the ashes
Hello, hello, baby
You called, I can't hear a thing
I have got no service
In the club, you see, see
Wha-wha-what did you say?
Oh, you're
many new services, what?
You've to mention good ideas to get profit in your company
'Cause everyone knows that some other businesses are hungrily
and I mashed past Inglewood
I think I drove through every single hood
South Central, Compton and Watts
Long Beach, bust a you, here come the cops
lay
It's hard to survive nigga or
The high where you stay
I'm important like the Pope
I'm the king of New York
I'm live from South Central
I'm a Muslim
Beaty co nejsou basic
Cheers nazdravi pro vsechny
Kazdej druhej dneska je mc
Co jedou drill chtej bejt jak central
Mam bad bitch jak daisy
Miki nonaka
Hello, hello, baby, you called?
I can't hear a thing
I have got no service
In the club, you say? say?
Wha-wha-what did you say, huh?
You're
promise
I promise to keep it honest
Secret society all we ask is trust
And all we lack is communication like service sucks
The people scared
Hello, hello, baby, you called?
I can't hear a thing
I have got no service
In the club, you see, see
Wha-wha-what did you say?
Oh, you're
A central sun
The truth is none
The blood itself with iron it is done
Embodiment
Within a soul
The sun which is the heart in other form
possible through higher self-worth
I believe in prayer and understand how prayer works
I believe money is how God flows material abundance to me
I believe
like a Phoenix
And blast iron cells into a low blooded 'nemic
The imperial material's venerial
Mc's get murdered in serial, you can't fuck with
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