Lyrics:
Amil-lion, uhh Cat be him, El Cap-i-tan The fire I spit burn down Happyland Social Club, we unapproachable thugs Non-social, gone postal Great aim, harm
Of a seemingly non-social society With no hope no faith Can I blame the bbc? Conditioning is weird When you’ve lost all the fear To question most the rules That
a billionaire rapper like a Rocker Fella But I'm the most social among the non-social I'm the least social among the really social I'm the tallest of the short
the energy they like my vibes Most times they be into me when I just say hi Even the nonsocial type You know I can coach 'em right Plus I am the vocal type so
Cat be him, El Cap-i tan The fire I spit burnt down Happyland Social Club, we unapproachable thugs Non-social, gone postal Great aim, harm the arm close
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