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This be my post modern soul-parody Depressed so I can speak with sincerity My lips is pierced with vodka true clarity Kicked in the door like J Cole's house apparently You thought the kids that were raising these new blocks Would change the world be the brains let's talk like 2Pac Instead we talk about nothing but theses oh wops Chasing bread only focused on making the crew pop Hip Hop is dead and other muttererings that I stutter I didn't mean it but I'm scrolling to find drake's baby mother I get restless in the winter be coked out for the summer I know better I like I'm prezi sucker free raised by my mother Fuck the other side rival gang or parents Let's get lost tonight like we Hov and Ye in Paris Everybody feel the passion Do a dance keep it mashin' Shoo shoo shoo House party where I was gassing I know that things change If I ever cop a range I'd let the braids hang So I drive around the city Watch me maintain maybe picking up the pace But we don't change lanes (we can't change lanes) Other side rival gang of parents SongtexteLet's get lost tonight like we Hov and Ye in Paris Every other side rival gang of parents Let's get lost tonight (tonight tonight) Look at how fast you drink this wine You drink this shit to forget the time (you know) You make it look like it not fine You make it look fine Only you only you can know what is on your mind Post Modern on the fax and Melrose Its like your fighting mine If the shoe fits for whom the bell tolls Maybe your wasting all this time Post Modern on the fax and Melrose And it looks so easy Buy old shit to fill a new soul Wooaa and it's only me (let's get lost tonight) And that what we all agreed And that's all we believe When heros dies time is froze on LA streets Never for a second I need Baby you all I need Aus Songtexte Mania