Lyrics:
Body down
Body on the table
Body on the bed
Got your body feelin' stable
Got your body down
Got your body on the table
Got your body on the bed
Got
it over gear at least
Because if I lose it, then I'm off the leash
Chasing after highs I can hardly reach
Is it ADHD or OCD?
Somewhere in-between quite
ready for the battle to commence
Body bags scattered everywhere
when I'm in a pit fifth gear yeah coming in hench
I made 'em wanna listen cause I'm
I know they’d switch lives with me if they was able
I just hit the club with Bibz turnin the tables
I just pulled up the foreign look like a stable
Now I'm stuck cleanin' stables in this one horse town
Where the same old crap is getting shoveled around
I'm watching everybody run the same old
to the vet
I know you think that
I deserve what I get
Did you think that you'd feel
This way when we met?
It took a whole year
To feel stable again
I should
rumba
(Poppin' bottle after bottle)
We're going under under under
(No doubt we'll feel this tomorrow)
Losing control in the stable
(And feelin' all over
(Bnoutch is crazy)
Lotta crank, I’m boutta bump the meter up (Yah)
Edit out the coupe, we gon gear it up (Ah-ooh-ah)
Real bad bitch tryna slide, Ima
you don't want to get it together
You could be out, 'cause I'm all about gettin' them things
From the truck to the house, to the gear and them rings
Let's shift gears for a minute
And talk about New York
City i actually get in
Arguments because people say
Nicki doesn't rep New York i say "What do
the house
If you cannot rock a party do not open your mouth
It's that simple, no phony cosmetics for your pimple
Take another look because the gear is not
the house
If you cannot rock a party do not open your mouth
It's that simple, no phony cosmetics for your pimple
Take another look because the gear is not
They approach a stable, out of which
streams a beam of light. They dismount and enter to find a
typical manger scene, with a baby in a rough crib
yeah I'm always in the booth
Know I understand you I don't have superpowers
And you look so bright yeah you looking like a flower
I'm pretty stable here
Sullenberg
Jsuis dans la metal gear
T'es dans la mega merde
J'vise les metameres
J'connais la méta mère
Si le mutant meurt
Prends le butin mec. Mec
J'mets all
You're hearing this straight from the stables of the stable
This pale-skinned label-less fable, no cable, still able
No chain on my neck, still
a Monarchy
Mon-Ar-Chy
Monarchs in their blood make the rules
Kings and Queens rise and fall
Europe stable on the surface from afar
Britain, France, Germany
a teacup
Since I'm into good things, I had a honey cup
As soon as I walked into the room, the dude started packing his gear
That dude was packing a recording
peaks of him here as who's reading
He'll gear his height and keep him fearing Him to His teachings
Steering me, who gears a lightened spirit with feeling
and lackin'
And stable ammunition
Change ya mission
Men and listen
My way your salutations
Get no validations
Just rejections and ejections
Outta
and lackin'
And stable ammunition
Change ya mission
Men and listen
My way your salutations
Get no validations
Just rejections and ejections
Outta
Grab hold of somethin' stable, and don't let go
Because the G force will pulls ya down to the floor
You're intrigued by the smooth slow flow of a ship
stable
No room for error, injury proves fatal
Hundred ton air-jack, quickly raise the steel
After blowin' out the belt drive, Math' change the wheels
Bust
you near the frontier
A world premiere so put the armor on your gear
The overlord aboard with the two-edged sword
Adored and restored, now the young
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