Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hands, Lights, Flames, Phones, artist - INJA. Date of issue: 29.07.2021
Song language: English
Hands, Lights, Flames, Phones |
| Uh-huh, yeah |
| Hands, lights, flames, phones |
| Hands, lights, flames, phones |
| Hands, lights, flames, phones |
| Hands, lights, flames |
| Hands, lights, flames, phones |
| Hands, lights, flames, phones |
| Hands, lights, flames, phones |
| Yo |
| Errr, excuse me, I’m just chillin' in my zone |
| Why you invadin' my space, actin' like a a-hole? |
| I trouble nobody, I’m mixin' music with my crow |
| Eyes closed, spaced out, shapes thrown, slow mo |
| Ridin' frequencies in heavenly scenes that’s unknown |
| Soul levitatin' out of my skin, can’t control |
| Imagination, freaky dimensions as time rolls |
| I’m pulled back to my shell, couple blinks, I’m like ohhh |
| Hands, lights, flames, phones |
| Hands, lights, flames, phones |
| Hands, lights, flames, phones |
| Hands, lights, flames |
| Mmmm |
| Anyone you want, anyone you rather |
| That-a what you show when you’re inner inner corner |
| Inner inner zone and no inner no drama |
| Inner soul glows, yeah, this a nirvana |
| Music-a flow, done know wha' gwarn ya |
| Everything lava, everything sauna |
| Vibes very high-a, no lie, me-a talk ya |
| Old-school times would have set off banana, na-na-na |
| 'Ey |
| Hands, lights, flames, phones |
| Hands, lights, flames, phones |
| Hands, lights, flames, phones |
| Hands, lights, flames |
| My species, 3D satellite |
| Mappin' on the flap |
| Hangin' from the back |
| Of the zoot I’m strappin' |
| Flip mode, post code, M7 016 though |
| Lettin' these pricks know rapid |
| Me and Inja, we go that far back |
| And keep watchin' your back |
| Don’t want to get caught lackin' |
| Backed in the corner, caught with no backin' |
| If you only spread love, then only love comes knockin' |
| Keep your heart pure because the core gets rotten |
| Watch for Shaitan because his forms change pattern |
| Let me just pattern |
| While they’re copyin' our ish it don’t flatter |
| Reputation in tatters |
| Cos believe me that none of this matters |
| Cos believe me that none of this matters |
| Let me just pattern |
| While they’re copyin' our ish it don’t flatter |
| Nah |
| Hands, lights, flames, phones |
| Hands, lights, flames, phones |
| Hands, lights, flames, phones |
| Hands, lights, flames |