Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Self-Made Follownaire, artist - Shabazz Palaces. Album song Quazarz vs. The Jealous Machines, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.07.2017
Record label: Sub Pop
Song language: English
Self-Made Follownaire |
We was coming from the shadowy regions |
A slight light with the well-born pride |
The threshold of immediate consequences |
Revealing tonight was the night |
I knew who I was when I was seven |
No reverence for the reverent |
All this pomp and circumstance |
The fakeness is ridiculous, the pump will make them dance |
Styling with your new girl |
Fishwrap and champagne |
Blacks clad in all white |
Backstage on Front street |
Well-known nobodies |
A murder mouth with no bodies |
Self-loathing narcissist |
Body-sized icons |
Cast in a false light |
Soldiers of fortune |
Spawned in the future |
Self-made selfie stars |
(Lest he grows to nothing) |
Abolishing tomorrow (Dynamite) |
On the wrong side of pimp bitch |
Style-less stylists |
Bloodless heart groans |
Deep fried deep bliss |
Heel hell holy hunks |
Soulless soul singer |
Mindless, dreamless |
Every field success stories |
Star in thrillers about boredom |
Two thumb tap tricks |
Make it rain on a scorched phone |
Ku Klux slave hags |
Kneel to the plastic gods |
Collateral damaged hearts |
Killed by a drunk drum |
On a sweet deal, sic' em |
Speeding down the long way |
Pillow talk undergivers |
Selfie stick samurais |
Self-made follownaires |
So how much you don’t care? |
Every move’s a masturbate |
Watch the D boy diva out |
Trapped in a free market |
These are the times |
Wrecking the world |
Was the best days of our lives |
Illuminati thoughts trying to scratch my mind’s screen |
This the type of glitch happens just our times |
All the feds request for my audience |
'Cause I’m at the behest of my master’s voice |
Rhythm, groove, melody, crescendo, loop |
room for air by an ancient truce |
Gino feel the clip, can you snatch me up? |
Holy water sips out the plastic cups |
Rubies in my mind is a bright motif |
Lighted up in lime Paradise Sportif |
Everything I spoke served to crack their code |
So bury me alive back in Dookie gold |