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the conversation's gone
In all the years of history
It's never closed this long
Now the pipes and flutes are silent
And the melodeon's notes are gone
They echo o'er

a satellite
I'm higher than drone
Okay homie we is not alike
So why you tryna clone
I got bitches and they want the pipe
They calling up the phone
I ain't

the night gown make she wet naily drown say the boy she have a clown 
elsyde 
a bad gyal me like gyal way ride bike suck dick good steel pipe cocky shine

of the wise and they can't see  
you make me want to grab you by the wind pipe and squeeze until you can't breathe until you can't scream
considered less then

Than catacombs
Cutthroat
Game of Thrones
Ghetto birds and sky drones
Sherlock Holmes don’t come around here My nigga

It’s a hood life
So motherfucka if

just be feeling alone
Sike, I bring the pipe, I hit from the back, I ain't talking Vlone
Lil bitch I'm feeling like Al Capone
I bring the drones like

shining your light
And Giving me life
Cause where I'm from we don't live we only survive
Where Breathing's a fight, We Breath through a pipe
Where's there's

get filleted like I'm Bobby Flay (Yeah)
I never lose what I got my sights on
Every day I see the Eye to Eye drone when I'm on my ride home
It's getting

pound
Not making moves then you can't come  around
You not really IT like the Pennywise clown
You on some bullshit we pipe that shit down
Smoke in

flap their wings and brides weigh their rings in stone
Rotting teeth and melting cheese
A train stops in its track
Cause a drone felt a lone and went

the trap still at it
They watching me, green drone like a crypto
Want double Cs so she give the best dome
She in love with the drip, she won't let go
Got her

groupies with drones be
Tryna film me on the low, all secretly
Like ion see your raggedy lil phones 
Like I won't slap it out your hand on the ground

Listened to the drone of my phone on the nightstand
Then I grabbed a hold of the pen in my right hand
Then I took a dose of the hope that it might

you livin’ in the fog
I was known as Damien in a past life
I hit the lick like DMX hit the crack pipe

Paint the stars and stripes
Pentagrams and blood

to the base of the pipe 
Till the vapour arrive 
And it’s taken him 
Boom to the ceiling 
Strange is the feeling 
Taste Unappealing 
Escape for the mind 
And he

alone
Growing though
Post Malone's posts are shown
Boasting hoes won't know a foe
So croak and overflown the locust show
In the streets I see drones

full moon's light
Troglodyte cackle while he write, pipe alight
Spittoon fulla spite
Even whites admit he right
Riding by on Citibikes
It was all a 'cise

through the subway
Watch em mill around the tunnel and the L train
Drones overhead swarming like a plague and
We're crawling through the old town pipe works

drone crashed, no fly zone, west side swag

live well won't, die alone, situation dire, better call my phone
for the right price, get you home, safe n

really wanna tell you bout my whole life
Oh well, it'll seed out through the drain pipe
One of these days heat waves and a drone strike
Might drop bombs

teams predator drones
Bend a knee down burning homes
Photo op can't be stopped
Pepper spray can be washed away
Hands up
Hands up
Hands up
Hands up
Double

fist made of stone

I keep a pipe and when its light, its on my hip like a phone
I swang a right and hit him nice then he got kicked by the bros
I'm dark

take over

Flip another bag, I be feelin' like Hova Universal soldier, ready for the future
Drones in the sky, preparin' just to shoot you
Mr. Dope Man,

but you see it as a loss

Prone to grope dough
cnd slow the froze drones
Composed of low tones
We overdose on
c Tulsa Pro down
Electro sections
Thoughts