AB-SOUL lyrics : "Christopher Droner"
Bunch of drones, can't think for your own
Bunch of $#&@in' drones
Bunch of drones, can't think for your own
Bunch of $#&@in' drones
Bunch of drones, can't think for your own
Bunch of $#&@in' drones
Bunch of drones, can't think for your own
Can't think for your own
Can't think for your own
Can't think for your own
Can't think for your own
Out my window all I see is Babylon
grab your gun
You ain't a knight tonight
you won't 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 is free?
Soulo I'm the one you heard about
$#&@'s gotten into Herbert nowHe's so foul he's got birds around
Had it my way like it's Burger King
You don't want beef, put that burger down
Don't go against my coalition,
You can kiss my Colin Powell
Guess it's in my heritage
I double-cross snakes and go ape %#@!
Psychedelic, she left on her heels and I'm chewin' pills
I can't taste %#@!
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
Bunch of $#&@in' drones
Bunch of drones, can't think for your own
Bunch of $#&@in' drones
Bunch of drones, can't think for your own
Bunch of $#&@in' drones
Bunch of drones, can't think for your own
Bunch of $#&@in' drones
Bunch of drones, can't think for your own
About face, about face, about face, about face
About face, about face, about face
Can't think for your own
This ain't no manifesto, you ^!$$%s know me
My ^!$$%s manifest O's of the Oakley
High tech sippin' high tech like Detroit Red used to coach me
see he, though
No pen though, I just pulled this %#@! out the wind, bro
Ain't got %#@! to lose, but a win bro
it's a win, bro, this %#@!'s simple
Gettin' dough like Papa John, your momma all on Papa John
Ain't got no chain,
I ain't no slave
Ain't got no watch,
I ain't got the time
The SWAT team got robots and I'm thinkin' about coppin' mine
Literally, $#&@ a pair of shoes,
I'm @@#!in' nines, dare you to shoot
Headline, Ab-Soul facin' fed time
Rewind, it wasn't 'bout that,
no rat but I'm droppin' dimes
Iceberg Slim with the furs on,
I knows war, that's real talk
All my life, I knew I was ill,
Rock had me on the billboard
In God I trust,
I ain't no fool, no
But on the real,
I just hope my credit card does too, Soul
Bunch of $#&@in' drones
Bunch of drones, can't think for your own
Bunch of $#&@in' drones
Bunch of drones, can't think for your own
Bunch of $#&@in' drones
Bunch of drones, can't think for your own
Bunch of $#&@in' drones
Bunch of drones, can't think for your own
About face, about face, about face, about face
About face, about face, about face
Can't 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
Y'all ^!$$%s can't $#&@ with Soul, y'all ^!$$%s can't $#&@ with Soul
Y'all ^!$$%s can't $#&@ with Soul, y'all ^!$$%s can't $#&@ with Soul
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