ICARUS Ham Sandwich (USA)
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[Pre-Hook]
All of this hatred building inside me
Got me fucked up highkey
Selling my lifetime served on a type beat
To a nigga so shiesty
Flashes of suicide oh so frightening
And nobody care like me
Wonder if the plans I'm making are pipe dreams
Will I ever go sightsee
[Hook]
I lost my sou-oul
Don't go
Don't go
I don't know-ow-ow
I don't know
I don't know
[Verse 1]
This the type of shit to make a leader wanna follow
Run up on a opper with a .40 full of hollows
Run it till I get to running out time borrowed
Nothing in the world that could amount to my sorrow
This the sound of my motto, split em like Otto
No guests in my house, I'mma call a Gеstapo
Ace in the hole, but I nеver met Sabo
With my finger on the four fifth, string pizzicato
Sticking to the model, cradling a bottle, going full throttle
Life a long road, and I'm hittin all the potholes
I was never coddled, pockets gettin' heavy
I ain't walkin', I'mma waddle
Chopper hit a nigga now he walkin with a wobble
Lucky that he isn't talkin to apostles, body with the fossils
Laying horizontal, body in a grotto
Life is too novel to be ending so awful
All of this hatred building inside me
Got me fucked up highkey
Selling my lifetime served on a type beat
To a nigga so shiesty
Flashes of suicide oh so frightening
And nobody care like me
Wonder if the plans I'm making are pipe dreams
Will I ever go sightsee
[Hook]
I lost my sou-oul
Don't go
Don't go
I don't know-ow-ow
I don't know
I don't know
[Verse 1]
This the type of shit to make a leader wanna follow
Run up on a opper with a .40 full of hollows
Run it till I get to running out time borrowed
Nothing in the world that could amount to my sorrow
This the sound of my motto, split em like Otto
No guests in my house, I'mma call a Gеstapo
Ace in the hole, but I nеver met Sabo
With my finger on the four fifth, string pizzicato
Sticking to the model, cradling a bottle, going full throttle
Life a long road, and I'm hittin all the potholes
I was never coddled, pockets gettin' heavy
I ain't walkin', I'mma waddle
Chopper hit a nigga now he walkin with a wobble
Lucky that he isn't talkin to apostles, body with the fossils
Laying horizontal, body in a grotto
Life is too novel to be ending so awful
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