Lyrics:
with you, you can count on me.
You can count on me, you can count on me.
As the adding machine once said, you can count on me.
If you committed
they was 20, I can name a few
"Ayo, Machine, them niggas not the same as you
Them niggas playin' crazy but them niggas not insane as you"
Bitch, I got
at base, sparks in the software
Flash the message "something's out there"
Floating in the summer sky
Ninety nine red balloons go by
Ninety nine red balloons
at base bugs in the software
Flash the message, something's out there
Floating in the summer sky
99 red balloons go by
99 red balloons
Floating in
want to be your son
The only lover I'm ever gonna need's
Your soft sweet little girl's tongue
Ah, Rosie, you're the one
Dynamite's in the belfry, baby
And we see only the expedition tortured by the release
Miss red is for fear
Miss red is for lust
Miss red is for everything I know you must want
If you
There were a dozen dead bodies in the Euston road, their outlines softened by the black dust. All was still, houses locked and empty, shops closed,
TINKER tinker PLING- DING DING- DING
my body breaks - the void screams
weary of hollow metals
that ring of hollow life
by hand and by hammer
i
Haven't done my yoga
But I'm still alive
I'm not a machine
I don't wanna be defined by my productivity
I just wanna achieve
Achieve nothing
I feel like my
By death be crowned, or live crushed beneath their blade
Of blood and rust, machines of armor and steel
Biological manipulation of life
Slaves
Chorus
Your such a show off
Ima take your clothes off
Your such a show off
You love to play on top
Your such a showoff
Ima lay you down soft
that punk on these niggas
You know what time it is, baby, go and take them panties off
Booty soft, told them, meet me at the loft
You know what time it
whining for the red, white and blush
If time is an old dirt road, we're left in the dust
Soft paws on hard wood will soon take their leave
Take shelter
God save my queen, god's the murder machine
You can put me to sleep, softly
I wish the world would turn the way i want it to
Soft and slowly with
make diss songs
They making memes
Till I find them and run down on
And 'em and let it ring
Bitch there ain't a rapper alive
Fucking with the Machine (Not
in a Lex'
Your next move is slipping, your last move is shitting
As your body gets soft, the shotty went off
Little soldier, you're out of position
them ol' grey mules
The farm grew to be a moneymaker
And the house he lived in grew up room by room
The boy worked hard but soon got tired
and see what tomorrow brings
Dallas - got a soft machine
Houston - too close to New Orleans
New York - got the ways and means
But just won't let you
86 summers gone by
Bambino put a hex on the Bean
We were living on a tear and a sigh
In the shadow of the Bronx machine
Man, you could feel it
ain't in him
Body language is off, he's soft
But soft niggas all a sudden start dumpin'
Frontin' 'Cause he feel a way: my niggas
Say the eyes is
fear
Blood flows red, flows thicker 'round here
Thicker 'round here, thicker 'round here
Blood flows red, flows thicker 'round here
Thicker 'round here,
from Dolph (Dolph)
It ain't no shame up in my gang, I'm tryna get it off (off)
This street shit is just not the same, most of these niggas soft (soft
Wish I had me a time machine
Oh I float the moon back up in the sky
Put a cork back into that sweet red wine
Put your midnight hair back up
So you
Wish I had me a time machine
Oh I float the moon back up in the sky
Put a cork back into that sweet red wine
Put your midnight hair back up
So you can
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