Lyrics:
that you want But you still pull on my strings Poetry and puppetry You are the treat on the trap That’s only meant for me And when you lift the bar
Chorus: cGcB Ghostbusters can suck the D Time for a possession you can trust from me It's a busta suicide via puppetry [Most hustlas don't fuck with
strings on me subtle puppetry Clip my wings and see clip my wings and see Put your strings on me nobody will see An energy of threat and your despair Tells
called the donkey That puppetry won't become of me Cause they got no strings on me Threes! Beginning of the millennium, lyricists, they ain't feeling them
change a man It just magnify But I guess you'll never know if you never try This just a taste of black luxury Black businesses free of black puppetry This
And suddenly We’ll never be the same The company You want to keep has changed It’s puppetry It’s all a masquerade Their vanity Needs somebody to save Run through
the puppetry, puppetry What if you were to know life has another way to go, to go
We are all bait You are all snakes This is the end of times We are the puppetry No will to fucking choose Hang us all by the noose Crucify me
puppetry Ima move in subtlety Hit a pen for clarity Catching plays my specialty Hit for some gifts, we on a roll We looked apart, they didn't know Im in
the weekend With this bottle I'm drinking I know that you wanted me But you not the one for me You just wanted company Enough of the puppetry You wanted custody
incapacitation Restrained by false obligation Cut these strings that I can't see Release me from this puppetry God would never ask of me To neglect those that are
Devil's Puppetry Is shaping my Tourette's Or just bad credit Psychotic habit It's such a thrill I flex my face And I shake it loose I clap my hands Howl
learning nothing From their corpses This galaxy is plagued by An unsettling darkness The existence of our humanity composed By puppetry from the sky
Another puppetry It's such a mystery why you're here And you became as clear as cellophane My voice of reasoning I don't think I can take the way you make
puppetry, huh Anything from crack to puppy food Why you think I bank with Chase? I'm everywhere the money move My Hyundai crews making plays, my operation
Trying to define the human mind, it's like puppetry And they've got you by your strings, playing God for money A sorry, sad charade, you can see right
each complaint Break it down and explain these mistakes I make I like to tangle up the strings of the puppetry But you knew me back when I was
Down into my stomach Then off into my extremities and Out into the public In a flood of shadow puppetry Something in the air Got a tiny pool of energy
an then I’ll claim victory you have no ability an I could control you like puppetry flying like a Magic Koopa on a broom looking for more souls to consume
the London streets In a world full of lollipops remain sucker free No strings attached to these masters of puppetry And if any one of God's enemies come for me
The prize Fall into your cape Enthralled with mouths agape A small dose of gallantry Part of the pain is your puppetry Your eerie eyes weep pools
Stuffing crates with days that never could quite come close Mother Earth, I beg you Mother Earth, I beg you Snuff the puppetry of sulky Father Time If these
puppetry? To have that choice is a luxury Makin me move my arms and legs I need you to leave and get up out my head The scythes are comin, they’re
I’m in the building with a Brazilian I do not want her but I need the company letting it sing pulling my strings Pinocchio clip on the gun it’s puppetry
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