Lyrics:
like it's Ketamine
Young nigga pull up in Saint Laurent, look like he sellin' keys
Push start, wireless keys (ooh)
Fly back in Carson, shawty overseas
hair back, and kick the ho out the door
Flip a quarter to see which ride I'm pullin' out the garage
Wireless transmitters send bump to my barb
Pull
gettin' sniffed up now wit it too
When there's somethin' in my camp, a wireless amp
High as a ramp, speak to Wu like stamp
The wet got me damp, pussy
and his brother
When they said that man could fly
They told Marconi
Wireless was a phony
It's the same old cry
They laughed at me wanting you
Said I
wait, I won't scold you
Five hour difference, but you picked up when I called you
I think I'm booked for Wireless
And some other festival in Ireland
I heard you on the wireless back in '52
Lying awake intent on tuning in on you
If I was young it didn't stop you coming through
They took
flirting with your half-Latino stylist
Photoshoot, beach house playin' Beach House, free wireless
So I can post these pictures on my Web site of her smilin'
Wireless, I got the vibe-us
Looking for the Rosé wine-us
I'm the definition of grime-us
They can't divide us
If you can't breathe it then unblock your
out the door
Flip a quarter to see which ride I'm pullin' out the garage
Wireless transmitters send bump to my barb
Pull a pack out, and fill my body up
made the steamboat go
When Marconi gave us wireless radio
When Henry Ford cranked up his first automo'
When Samuel Slater showed us
How the factories go
Low bright February shadows
And I can hear a school
A woman humming to the radio (wireless)
That never didn't improve the tune
Margaret
to the BRITs on a train
Think it's a game
Man shutdown Wireless, then I walked home in the rain
Then we took it back to Africa
Ask Wizkid, I can't explain
We lie in bed
The wireless dancing through my head
Until I fear the space between my breath
I see an end to where I don't love you like I can
Cause
the barrio computers with wireless web browsin'
Your kids are livin' without a good edjumication
Change the station, teach 'em about gentrification
The rent
Robots have run amok on the factory floor
Been 20 years at Sony and I can see 20 more
Hi-tech sex, wireless sets, samurai
Western ways, baseball games,
Robots have run amok on the factory floor
'Bin 20 years at Sony and I can see 20 more
Hi-tech sex, wireless sets, samurai
Western ways, baseball games,
I heard you on my wireless back in fifty two.
Lying awake intently tuning in on you.
If I was young it didn't stop you coming through.
Oh a-oh
the tune I abide by
I'm aligned with goons, it's wireless like wi-fi
Why try? I'm on the cusp of greatness
You bum-ba-cluts fly, I'm on a fuckin'
I heard you on my wireless back in fifty two.
Lying awake intently tuning in on you.
If I was young it didn't stop you coming through.
Oh oh
it on my phone
And she love communication
That's the best thing goin' on
Yeah, we wireless and mobile
Let's take off, feel is global
Let's go rent
answer and start talking real loud
In their odes to Joy and Jesus, do you think they once foresaw
Their pieces in our wireless devices
All across
I heard you on the wireless back in fifty two
Laying awake intent on tuning in on you
If I was young, it didn't stop you coming through
Oh, ah, oh
hair back, and kick the ho out the door
Flip a quarter to see which ride I'm pullin' out the garage
Wireless transmitters send bump to my barb
Pull
The man in 119 takes his tea alone.
Mornings we all rise to wireless Verdi cries.
I'm hearing opera through the door.
The souls of men and women,
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