- ScHoolboy Q Christopher DRONEr 歌詞
- ScHoolboy Q
(Its all subjective shit)
Yeah, you know? you know?
Its like the calm before the storm
(Perception is everything)
Soulo the god and The Ichiban Don
Bunch of fuckin drones
Bunch of drones, cant think for your own
Bunch of fuckin drones
Bunch of drones, cant think for your own
Bunch of fuckin drones
Bunch of drones, cant think for your own
Bunch of fuckin drones
Bunch of drones, cant think for your own
Cant think for your own
Cant think for your own
Cant think for your own
Cant think for your own
Out my window all I see is Babylon,
Grab your gun
You aint a knight tonight,
You wont live to see the mornin sun
Yellow tape, pistols in your face,
Hold on, show no weakness
Money, murder, grab your burner,
Cabins burnin where its freezing
Soulo, yeah Im the one you heard about
Fucks gotten into Herbert now?
Hes so foul its birds around
Had it my way like its Burger King,
You dont want beef, put that burger down
Dont go against my coalition,
You can kiss my colon, pow
Guess its in my heritage,
I double-cross snakes and go ape shit
Psychedelic, she left on her heels and Im chewin pills,
I cant taste shit
My dick look like a spaceship,
'Stairway to Heaven' on my playlist
On 9/11 I called 9-1-1
And the voice recording said this (Hello)
Bunch of fuckin drones
Bunch of drones, cant think for your own
Bunch of fuckin drones
Bunch of drones, cant think for your own
Bunch of fuckin drones
Bunch of drones, cant think for your own
Bunch of fuckin drones
Bunch of drones, cant think for your own
About face
Cant think for your own
About face(Cant think for your own)(x6)
This aint no manifesto, you niggas know me
My niggas manifest Os of the OG
High tech sippin hi-tech like Detroit Red used to coach me
AB, see he, D-E, F the (most G)
No pen though,
I just pulled this shit out the wind, bro
Aint got shit to lose,
But a win bro, its a win, bro, this shits simple
Gettin dough like Papa John ,
Your momma all on Papa John
Aint got no chain,
I aint no slave, aint got no watch,
I aint got the time
The SWAT team got robots
And Im thinkin bout coppin mine
Literally, fuck a pair of shoes,
Im cockin nines, dare you to shoot
Headline, Ab-Soul facin fed time
Rewind, it wasnt bout that,
No rat but Im droppin dimes
Iceberg Slim with the furnace on,
I knows war, thats real talk
All my life, I knew I was ill,
Rock had me on the billboard
In God I trust, I aint no fool, no
But on the real,
I just hope my credit card does too, Soul
Bunch of fuckin drones
Bunch of drones, cant think for your own
Bunch of fuckin drones
Bunch of drones, can't think for your own
Bunch of fuckin drones
Bunch of drones, cant think for your own
Bunch of fuckin drones
Bunch of drones, cant think for your own
About face
Cant think for your own
About face(Cant think for your own)
I bought some Alexander Wang,
After I heard 'New Slaves'
Went and bought some Alexander Wang,
After I heard 'New Slaves'
Yall niggas cant fuck with Soul,
Yall niggas cant fuck with Soul
Yall niggas cant fuck with Soul,
Yall niggas cant fuck with Soul
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