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Plugged In

 

Plugged In


Something had a hold on me since I was lil, bro
Staff member still stoned, I had 'em at will call
She know where to go for the passionate feel
Fractured appeal and then I had to peel off
Mademoiselle, get bedazzled with gemstones
I chase my own tail, it's a pattern that's well known
You know you lame as hell, stripes on me like Shell Toes
I told the pale bitch I was from Depeche Mode
Nah, I'm just playing I'm from OVO XO
Ten toes down like Frederick Flintstone
Presto, now for the rest of the trick
No, you should try and stop inevitable shit
The Chupacabra, not really only a myth, bro
I slew the giant, too defiant for the big role
And threw the lighter fluid on what's left of the script
The truth is I was outside cooling, ready to dip
I don't know why you courting the idea of getting gone
It's not just bones
Two sparks, too far-flung to run home
You lost, you softer than crushed wool
In the cut, on the wall like Rust-Oleum
Mister come treat this block like a footstool
I paid the cost, seen it all like the Goodwill
I take a lap through the stars like the Goodyear
I take a stand, took the shot, never stood still
Never mishandled the rock, and I'm plugged in
Do my little dance on your block, like One Wish
You stuck with the scam 'cause the facts kinda ugly
I flew to Japan and blew racks in Roppongi
Capital country, couple bails in the luggage came in tax-free
So I'ma cut a sale for you cousin
Naturally I'm inclined to feel for your struggle but my palette never got acquired 'nough for the fuck shit
You stay stepping out of line they feel they should cut you
Black cats bloody scat pack gon dust em
Last laugh chuckle, glass on half-empty
Mask half-pulled up, but that dropped quickly
Hands on, pat-down man upon call entry
At the house, skipping every crash out mission
Gotta move tack holler 12, watch ya 6 kid
I'll hold ya back down 'til the bitter ending
Globetrotting like The Flash
One city to the next, fuck with me off the strength
Go ghost like Casper
I promise you ain't seen the last of me yet
Globetrotting like The Flash
One city to the next, fuck with me off the strength
Go ghost like Casper
Promise you ain't seen the last of me yet
I'm only, yo, uh

My friend, I'm only cleaning up my half of the mess
I'm only leaving 'cause I have to, my friend
I'm only leaving 'cause I have to, my friend
I'm only cleaning up my half of the mess
I'm only leaving 'cause I have to, my friend

done

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