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(Speakerboxxx)
(Speaker, speaker, speakerboxxx)
(Speaker, speaker, speaker)
(Speakerboxxx)
(Speaker, speaker, speakerboxxx)
a bank account
Junkies goin' in, junkies goin' out
Made a hundred thou' in my trap house
Money kinda short but we can work it out
Made a hundred
Miner speaker cancer message
Swallow mixture glasses necklace
Cupboard receipt applaud outside
Artist expose junior solid
Miner speaker cancer
Funky-junky
Funky-junky
He's on Missouri Boulevard
About a half o' mile south of the graveyard
Better run an leap through funky old dirt
Go one don't
you don't know why you're here
Who knew
That avenue was bound for happy town
Happy town
Happy now
Happy town
Actors, authors, artists and thieves
you don't know why you're here
Who knew
That avenue was bound for happy town
Happy town
Happy now
Happy town
Actors, authors, artists
Junky quit, Junky quit, Motherfuckin junky quit
But can he quit...? No
Junky quit, Junky quit, Motherfuckin junky quit
got the drop, I know where all my opps be playin' poker
My section full of rich-head junkies who hate bein' sober (sober)
It's Gucci (go)
One, two,
you bought it
Then talked about it when crack hit the speakers, the music business
I blow up every time we throw up a record
Depending on what you
Junky makaki
Junky makaki
Junky makaki
Junky makaki
Junky makaki
Junky makaki
Junky makaki
Junky makaki
Я курю гашиш
Люблю много шиш
Завулканил шину
hides in shadows? Oh yeah
Junkies on a high
Get back, lay down, go low
Subdivision smile
Drink it in, dumb it down, suck it up
As we watch
a bank account
Junkies going in junkies going out
Made a hundred thousand in my trap house
Money kinda short but we can work it out
Made a hundred
The junky needs the dealer the dealer needs the junky
The junky needs the dealer the dealer needs the junky
The junky needs the dealer the dealer
S o s
S o s
Save our speakers
S o s
Save our speakers
S o s
S o s
Yes
Yes
S o s
S o s
S o s
Yes
S o s
S o s
S o s
S o s
Save our speakers
Save our
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
'til after this beat
Smellin' like draw's, no reason no cause
Put your hands up on the speaker
And get smelly like ours
You knew we was coming
grillin', willin' to get funky
Yeah, we're just some front porch junkies
(Oh, we're just front porch junkies)
We ain't kickin' it uptown (No!)
We ain't
Turn up the speakers
Turn up the speakers
Trash the beat down, turn up the speakers
Turn up the speakers
Trash the beat down, turn up
Turn up the speakers
Turn up the speakers
Trash the beat down, turn up the speakers
Turn up the speakers
Trash the beat down, turn up
Gold junkies
Gold junkies
Gold junkies
Gold junkies
All we do is fighting, day and night
Embracing that glory light
Burning a path through
Gold junkies
Gold junkies
Gold junkies
Gold junkies
All we do is fighting, day and night
Embracing that glory light
Burning a path through
Teeth stained from black coffee
Clothes smell of cigarettes
Eyes red like a fucking junky
Whisky hangs on my breath
I'm an artist
Starving artist I
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