Lyrics:
cute little divos
Or rich city guys that just want to enjoy
By havin' a very good time and behave
Very bad in the arms of a boy
There's a she-wolf
This morning when you got there and it was quiet
And the machines were yearning soft behind you
Yearning for that nigga to come and give up his life
to that machine
Before I start noticing
Gate was open, but we stayed still
Been sedated by the blue pill
Now we can't see our way out of this hole
Think
Everyone you've ever known is aching and alone
And all they'll ever be is a cog in a machine, yeah
Everyone you've ever hurt is lying in the dirt
the bad bitches real niggas holler when we enter
Sky-Dweller looking like chilly in the winter
Twelve gauge Mossberg, that bitch look like a chopper
If
I'm in a bad way I saw you today
Lookin' for an easy prey
Here come my baby ooh she's a walkin' by
Come on and tell why my baby's with some other
All around the big bad world
On the CIA machine
Ten, ten, the President's men
In a big black limousine
There's an ICBM flyin' by
Get down
on the walls
From the TV screen screamin' thoughts obscene
... It's everywhere
But I can rise above and not be overcome
Not by this foolishness
I can win
thou shall not talk, (talk)
Thou shall not speak, (speak)
Thou shall bow in the presences of a G (g)
I spray mace in a bad boy's eye
Leave his shit
Your son was DUI, but my momma made it by
I didn't shed no tears when you left me
But the rest of the family cried
Trials and tribulations, ruined my
Funded by the underworld
Branded by the universe
We don't answer to computer nerds
Always know when something's up
Chanting how the future looks
I
scents
Essences that fade
Mechanic by day
A whore at night
Smart machines
And helpless minds
Do something right
No one remembers
Do something wrong
No
Crawling out from the soup
Nothing but primordial ooze
As we advance, we decay
Bred to serve as another's slaves
Is there no solution
Fed lies by
- the gods of war have woken
A Catherine wheel of fire and steel, the death machine in motion.
The Gammadion Seed - draw the curtains, live in fear
Get back the time
I want to get back the time
If you let your chance slip by
Don't even think about crying
It could take you deep down and down
You know sex 'em up a little bit
You know what I mean?
You're the honey that I see when I'm riding by
The one giving me a feeling that I can't deny
private machines
Rocking RoseGold Aperrall
Looking Fresh, Breathe Sterile
Smile followed by the sound of a ding
(Good God)
Now That's Clean
That's
you go somewhere
And there's something bad in me.
On the other side by the rocks where I met you carelessly in Summer's edge
Those were the cruelest
night, midnight, Atlantic City
Slot machines, ding-ding-ding-ding-ding, when they ring off
Lock the doors, that's when Ghost just g'd off
Cigars,
We have some muumaclauet gun and some mummaclaute cloth machine
Your face get splash In and your ends get crash in
Babylon Ah look waan know what
raving mad
Break into the arcade, screaming and hollering
Anticipating putting twenty-five dollars in any machine, I was out of control
I didn't need
the dream and be what you were meant to be
So take a ride in my machine
Racing to the edge of your reality
I've got it all, you can't believe
There's
the dream and be what you were meant to be
So take a ride in my machine
Racing to the edge of your reality
I've got it all, you can't believe
There's
the reason why you do the things
That you do
That's true Annie don't play by the rules
Shawty came with the bad Ju-Ju
Heartbreak in the 412
Simply wasn't
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