Lyrics:
upliftin' future (Indeed)
Recruit you and seduce you to the mutual group of (My friends' souls)
Nigga you better get ready 'cause
We done put together
Thug, and Future
Got thotbox suckin' that D
She poppin' that P and slangin' coochie
On Molly, Percs, she sloppy slurp
You're group and she a groupie
that flawless show
Strange collects all his dough
Baby you just don't know
Who does like to scoot in groups and shoot the youth its cute to you
But
ninja?
We are the future presidents of your United States
We change the name of your sister
And do not tell you what it is!
Listen!
You put your face in
the bass starts to drop
I'm caught in the vortex of the smartphone shop called Technolog Store
Welcome to the future where the future is here
Tech
handle
And I'm throwin' techs like a NBA ref
I got, all gold guns like they came from Iraq
Artillery, could it be I got all kinds of these pistols
I
stay on the penis
I went from the Vernon, the curve servin', paper earnin'
Got Arabians smugglin' dope in they turban
Sit with two techs in my duplex,
worshiper?
'cause I'm too fucking ignorant to do some research
I'm a start a group,
so no one else gets the respect they deserve 'cause of you
(Bastard was
shake like she need fries on her
Wanna see ya in ya boustia (Swoop ya)
See ya in a group and say, 'Hey!'
Areola, Stick 'em out
Don't know what I'm
on her
Wanna see ya in ya boustia (Swoop ya)
See ya in a group and say, 'Hey!'
Areola, Stick 'em out
Don't know what I'm talkin 'bout
That circle around
We are able.
We are able.
I know we are.
I know we are.
You are able.
The cradle.
Feel good.
The cable.
Third wave.
Isn’t stable.
Groups
Это hi-tech rap, зови его Футурама,
Футурама, Футурама, Футурама, Футурама.
Этот hi-tech rap токсичен, как фунт урана,
Фунт урана, фунт урана, фунт
selling
Blues and yellows
Pupils swelling
True lieutenant
Boots and weapons
Student went to ruger tech
And school's in session
Truly blessed
A future legend
Fuck y'all and everybody who love y'all anybody who will love y'all in the future you know. God forbid a muthafucka love y'all. Yadig. Yeah, said,
then you're paid
Buy your own Group Home all Aceyalone
But if the Project get Blowed De La Soul rolls on
Stay out the Celly Cel get your Melle Mel
And be
and riches aren’t my goal, it’s to guide through hopeful lyrics.
Letting off my tech that fluctuates more than vocal pitches have you going 6 feet deep like
that's a bet
Wet, wet on my neck
Sleepover, he get slept
Knock that boy out, I did him foul, got me a tech
My gang like a group of cards, nigga you don't
experience in the user.
In the future there will be groups of wild people, living in the wildernes
No no no no no no
We're not the same and we're not alike
We ain't in the same WhatsApp group (Group)
We don't even have the same interests
We don't
free
It’s all in the psyche
Tech is the reason
Tech is divine
Tech is the reason my life is mine
Tech is the reason
Tech is divine
The future
the reason
Tech is divine
Tech is the reason my life is mine
Tech is the reason
Tech is divine
The future is fickle
The present's mine
Tech is the reason
Andale, Andale
It's TobyMac with the Group 1 Crew
Andale, Andale
Would you got it, come on
I’ve heard life is like a box of sweet delights
But
the future more releases
Hoping not to catch a snag
We dripping with swag
Hell yeah, without a doubt
But if this album ends up bad
It might cost us our clout
Neon lights
Neon lights, city nights, in the glow we collide
Electric dreams, it seems, we're racing with the tide
Future's call, echoes through
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