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AB-SOUL : Christopher Droner lyrics

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AB-SOUL lyrics : "Christopher Droner"

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


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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