| Bat shit, I’m bat shit, my ships crash, my zag zig
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| I’m all whiplash in that black tint, black ash on my flag pin
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| I go zip zap and y’all back spin, y’all spacecrafts call mayday
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| I like tailspins when they back lit and cats scrambling for that safe space
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| He plays defense around dead zones, next up to cold explode
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| Rest up, I go death punch, it rains F’d up UFOs
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| I throw episodes in all star maps that get veterans to bring barf bags
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| It bring hellfire and little party hats for those parting ways with they tarmac
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| Blast off and get waxed off, these saboteurs are like pack dogs
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| I might shoo 'em off and they boomerang, line 'em up and illuminate
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| It goes ooh and ah and you too late, we got a failure to communicate
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| In my rearview’s a little planet Earth and my calendar is straight doomsdays
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| Fuel up and I steamroll, you better moonwalk when that screen scroll
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| I feed castaways to these gamma rays and my handshake is all sleeper hold
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| Ease in and get heave-hoed with no easy mode and no foul play
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| Bounty hunters get found out, power up or get outpaced
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| Ease awake at 3 AM
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| He found freedom in the mayhem, amen, amen
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| Give me a lost world to locate
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| Get ghost with folk who don’t obey, okay, okay (You're almost out of time)
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| Time is not being a good friend, smoke is being a good bookend
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| I’m no joke, I only go full send, don’t poke at the pure bred bullhead
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| Dog fights that call for old fight songs, start crossing names off the flight
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| log
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| Might light cigars off the fire ball, we are well past any kind of dialog
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| Warfare, I don’t war fair, I like rocket fuel in my morning air
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| I like red buttons under iron fists and my stunt doubles like, «I quit»
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| The kid three-sixty all side-eye and pluck wild geese from that twilight
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| I go hyperspeed and can’t drive for shit, I just bob and weave when y’all
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| skydive
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| Lights blink and my screens glitch, if I lose it all, I ain’t need the shit
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| I call «Bombs away», it turn mobs away, you’re all, «Die alone,» I’m all, «Not today»
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| We go eye for eye around pale moons, fighter pilots find Jesus
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| I don’t tread soft with that special sauce, see you was better off in some mail
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| room
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| Dumb luck and no late pass, I get gussied up and I gate crash
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| I’m playing laser tag in plain stupid odds, tag my name on they fuselage
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| Outlier in the main event, I keep downsizing y’all’s data set
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| Infiltrators get checkmate, it’s maybe best to just play dead
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| Ease awake at 3 AM
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| He found freedom in the mayhem, amen, amen
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| Safe and sound out the crash site
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| Life forms that refuse to flatline, that’s right, that’s right (You don’t even
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| care do you?) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Play Dead , by - Aesop Rock. Song from the album Freedom Finger (Music from the Game), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп