Fulgurite Armand Hammer
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[Intro: billy woods]
I asked him how it sounded, he said it sounds alright
It sounds alright, we're gonna go with that
[Verse 1: billy woods]
Yo Chaz, peep how they throw rocks and then look for something to do with they hands
In the interest of transparency, my house is glass scavenged from hood Chinese spots
With a slot for you to slide the cash
Found Cinderella’s lucite
Glock heel and a yellow cab, been looking ever since (ever since)
Why else you think I'm in places like this?
Death Grips in the champagne room, my house of mirrors got two mortgages
You gotta place something at risk, something to bе forfeited, you stand right therе
Like teenagers in the orphanage, faces in the window
Runaway rhyme schemes
Screwdriver in the ignition of a 94 Tempo how I ride the beat
Punched out the quarter light
It went from "kind of sort of" to "nah that nigga really nice"
I write glaciers and iceberg
Set 'em adrift under aurora borealis
Death, violence, death, violence, death, violence, drug, sex, violence, death
Your album’s a pack of cigarettes, no wonder it's doing numbers
Illegal tints on the whip, I'm trying to see something
[Bridge: E L U C I D]
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976-555-FAKE
976-555-FAKE
Call Now
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I asked him how it sounded, he said it sounds alright
It sounds alright, we're gonna go with that
[Verse 1: billy woods]
Yo Chaz, peep how they throw rocks and then look for something to do with they hands
In the interest of transparency, my house is glass scavenged from hood Chinese spots
With a slot for you to slide the cash
Found Cinderella’s lucite
Glock heel and a yellow cab, been looking ever since (ever since)
Why else you think I'm in places like this?
Death Grips in the champagne room, my house of mirrors got two mortgages
You gotta place something at risk, something to bе forfeited, you stand right therе
Like teenagers in the orphanage, faces in the window
Runaway rhyme schemes
Screwdriver in the ignition of a 94 Tempo how I ride the beat
Punched out the quarter light
It went from "kind of sort of" to "nah that nigga really nice"
I write glaciers and iceberg
Set 'em adrift under aurora borealis
Death, violence, death, violence, death, violence, drug, sex, violence, death
Your album’s a pack of cigarettes, no wonder it's doing numbers
Illegal tints on the whip, I'm trying to see something
[Bridge: E L U C I D]
976-555-FAKE
976-555-FAKE
976-555-FAKE
Call Now
976-555-FAKE
Call now
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