Lyrics:
got some 25
And we're putting it into the gin supply
We want a satellite crashing outta the skies
And a firework display by ballistic missiles
I got
understood
Down on the gold coast the people look so happy
Money gets you laid, I saw it on tv
A brand new car, vcr a satellite dish
And a 6 pack are just
open arms were built by satellite hands
But there's a hole inside this man
I hope you understand that the worst of both worlds is dependent on robotic
drive far away in the night
We make our escape by the light of that old satellite
AHHHHH
Closing his eyes to the moon, he s a dream
Future and past
we serve it
Don't test T, Loc, it ain't worth it
The satellites go circuit, zooming in or how you work it
And killers make the world standstill,
But take this check and shake my hand
'cause you always trust a Whitesican"
"Sir, you won't regret it
Launch your finest satellite
Arm it with a laser
ferocious by the seashore
Keep it, you will reap it, I will give it all I got
I'm strategic, devil's reject
I will think then I will plot (blah)
I will
to the grave
some are just sick cause they want to' be saved
by the preacher man but
I'm ah reach you men open them up way back when
African we was still
Technological unidentified
One true miracle, learning how to lie
Led by memories, born by satellite
Thirst for energy, wasted further nights
But when I step
An eye glances skyward
The gaze one with the heavens
Entrapped by the cold celestial eye
And their distance is transcended
"What events have you
by Gs, you can check,
Pickin' up my minum, hit 'em, leaving 'em wrecked,
Fuck yo set, now I'm older wid bouldgers and birds
Overseas bringin' kis
tonight
I'll make a wish I hope comes true
I'd even search the stars for you
I'd even send a satellite
To find a piece of kryptonite
To have you
on the counter is vibrating
When I'm coming every four seconds the floor starts shaking
Peel off the roof so the walls start to cave in
Controlling satellites
Evening, love, how's your day?
I'm bringing you the weather from the satellite jigsaw
Today was fine, tears at times
A weak ridge from pressure
it's such a shame
There is no gain, we all feel the pain
Of stupid games
History passed me by at school
But I, by no means play the fool
The past
Freefall off the mountain freefall into space
The world spins by as I fly off into another state
Why - do we crash into the blue?
Why - does
the truth gets in the way
And yours is a bitter price to pay
Some are talking on the radio through a satellite dish
Beaming to my front lawn every dream
'til you get older
But the meteor men beg to differ
Judging by the hole in the satellite picture
The ice we skate is getting pretty thin
The water's
It's in the way you see the world
That causes conflict in this girl
So here we go
We're at it again
You flew by the starter flag
As I got
ni everywhere
Wo I am small but mighty won man pemi ni dinamite
And the street cover me cover me like satelite
Am that kind of rapper that makes
program bo odnalazłem satelitę
Mam Boga za lektora jedź prosta droga
TAU mam akualizację map brat
Sprawdź jak nawijam na ulicach mnie widać
Bo chodzę po
in my pocket
For all the forks in the road
Yea I get high
So what
I get by
I make bucks
I live life
With no fucks
God damn right
I've been up
All damn
satellite on T.V.
while my god was sleeping
pain was on the rise
when my heart stopped beating
god was far and sleeping
a lot like torture
as pleasant as it
a strange object
Was captured by the Lord:
It was the Moon
So candy, so cute, so fragile.
The fourth day swamp up
And in the sea with them
The first
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