| Join us, join us
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| Join us, join us
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| Join us, join up
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| Join up, join up
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| (Ghostwriters) Stealing all our lighters
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| (Ghostwriters) Collecting our one nighters
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| (Ghostwriters) Floating by the ciphers
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| (Ghostwriters) The paperwork is tied up
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| (Ghostwriters) Haunting all the people
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| (Ghostwriters) Altered by an ego
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| (Ghostwriters) Living in the peephole
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| (Ghostwriters) I figured you come tighter, you’re a ghost
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| (Ghostwriters) Hiding just to spite us
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| We love you man, keep lying
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| 1974, from out the white cipher
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| Poured the green liquid
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| Ringed in gold sheets of denim
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| The heart pumped a green fluid
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| That oozed malnutrients into a pink brain, set to cruise
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| Absent-mindedly swiping vistas with nothing to lose
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| But some cheap booze, a few chicks, mostly dudes
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| I wasn’t even in the mood, plus the feeling was rude
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| Put the car set to cruise and turned on some grooves
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| Lo and behold look who it is
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| Your favorite rapper
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| His jaws clinched in a xanax glow (Your favorite rapper)
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| His heart is scrolling to and fro (Your favorite rapper)
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| He’s focused on the blurry blur (Your favorite rapper)
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| He’s feeling numb, dressed dapper dumb (Your favorite rapper)
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| He’s fashioned by some unseen hand (Your favorite rapper)
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| He’s begat by some secret plans (Your favorite rapper)
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| Preyed on by his adorning fans (Your favorite rapper)
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| Wheezing through his adornments, man (Your favorite rapper)
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| A mansion mazing with implausible adjoinments (Your favorite rapper)
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| He’s flossing in a peripheral sanity (Your favorite rapper)
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| He’s a chauvinist with feminine vanities (Your favorite rapper)
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| He’s puffing out his tattooed chest
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| (Man, look at your favorite rapper)
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| He’s towering his arrogance
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| (Man, look at your favorite rapper)
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| Monetizing intelligence (Your favorite rapper)
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| All while narrowing our elegance (Your favorite rapper)
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| Parodying our sufferance (Your favorite rapper)
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| All for a pittance, like a penance, some bitch shit
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| (So that’s your favorite rapper and he’s the best?)
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| You can’t say that to me
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| I don’t play that, I’m free
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| My thumbs think for themselves (woo)
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| Nah, you can’t say that to me
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| I don’t play that, I’m G
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| My thumbs think for themselves
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| Computers, processors
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| Motion sensors, drone vendors
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| I am floating towards (no splendors)
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| There are too many (rich pretenders)
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| Signing my life on (high cost lenders)
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| Pushing my pulse up (gender benders)
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| 2064, stolen by armies (defenders)
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| Your feast has ended (aggressors)
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| No pigs in paradise (transgressions)
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| Paper tigers stretch out (credit cards) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 30 Clip Extension , by - Shabazz Palaces. Song from the album Quazarz vs. The Jealous Machines, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп