
Airplane Mode Nation Boss, Chronic Law & Troublemekka
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[Intro: Chronic Law & Nation Boss]
Dark
Nation Boss, yeah
You know the code enuh
One Guru
Yow, Nation
[Bridge: Chronic Law]
Liquid nitrogen no cold like all this type a friend
Who used to stunt 'pon bicycle, them n'ave no style again
Never avoid the ends because me start fi drive a Benz
Tell them Guru
[Chorus: Nation Boss]
Law Boss, the globe cold like snow
Yeah, me feel temperatures a decrease 'round me the more I grow
Honestly, me nah feel nobody enеrgy, so me a hold my own
The Guru therе 'pon airplane mode
Me no want nobody a call my phone
One Law, stay real to the core, my bro
[Verse 1: Chronic Law]
Lucky thing say me no 'fraid a cold weather, brother
Still in a me sweater when a sun a shine or the rain a fall, nothing no make me better
Still a freeze, still a feel pain and a go through depression
Cut off the right hand then a bullet fly through me left hand
Troublemekka, the journey no nice youth
A cry tears but them similar to ice cube
Strap up like the Air Force, a no me white shoes
Goosebumps right through
Dark
Nation Boss, yeah
You know the code enuh
One Guru
Yow, Nation
[Bridge: Chronic Law]
Liquid nitrogen no cold like all this type a friend
Who used to stunt 'pon bicycle, them n'ave no style again
Never avoid the ends because me start fi drive a Benz
Tell them Guru
[Chorus: Nation Boss]
Law Boss, the globe cold like snow
Yeah, me feel temperatures a decrease 'round me the more I grow
Honestly, me nah feel nobody enеrgy, so me a hold my own
The Guru therе 'pon airplane mode
Me no want nobody a call my phone
One Law, stay real to the core, my bro
[Verse 1: Chronic Law]
Lucky thing say me no 'fraid a cold weather, brother
Still in a me sweater when a sun a shine or the rain a fall, nothing no make me better
Still a freeze, still a feel pain and a go through depression
Cut off the right hand then a bullet fly through me left hand
Troublemekka, the journey no nice youth
A cry tears but them similar to ice cube
Strap up like the Air Force, a no me white shoes
Goosebumps right through
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