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chciałby sam sobie zgotować
Ile jesteś w stanie zrobić by się komuś przypodobać
Rymy o niczym to nie moja domena
Mam tu swój konkretny przekaz chociaż słona

'Cause I place every syllable 
In a deliverable fashion from first to last
Then cut back with a message that's hidden in melody 
Making them think

the message
I mean they said drop call when I had great connection
Now I'm on the phones talking with the great connections
I got the vibe on me, shit is

(Great John on the beat, by the way)

Look, I'm stuck in my feelings, I feel like I'm losin' it 
Look, been in this game, I still feel like I'm

afloat in my cell
Held by a force that subsumes
I'm stretched till I break
Is it cuboid or sherical, this hell ?
And as if to confound me still more

niczym się nie przejmowałem
Trawiłem mocno message i Bambaaty całą sprawę

Planet rock cały old schoolowy show
Uwielbienie dla fat boysów taki był ten

Glock be flirtin'
Be careful where you stay, I left my prints, stay nervous
Stand back, stand by, stay earning, uh
When one of these crackers get brave

of glory and fame that are now lost and forgotten

Singing birds once filled the sky
Bringing their message of joy to the land
Memories of goodness still

Let the phone pick up
Cos I don't wanna talk 
I'd rather go for a walk
Down to the park with my dog

So you can leave me a message
And I'll get Rex

You know I could be better off dead
When I'm standing on my head
In a vain attempt to get a message heaven sent to this
Girl stroke woman that I've

-whistling-

My soul was enthralled by
The message
That came from those voices clear
And my heart found a shelter and comfort
From the pain of this

You know, I could be better off dead
When I'm standing on my head
In a vague attempt to get a message heaven sent
To this girl stroke woman that I've

phones, deleter les messages c'est un hustle
So when I'm not around, I'm wondering who she be fucking
While I try to keep it hundred, pis de pas trop faire

You've come to bring me a message 
I wasn't ready to receive 
You flew from far, far away 
Where no one ever has set foot 

Open the door, open

as the skull- play my soul through The synth

So you get the message and the 20/20 essence of exactly the presence 

That is written in the darkest


CHORUS:

Topsy Turvy
by Evil Wiener (Billy Sugarfix)

When I talk to you
I start using cat words
and I purr

I'm a secret message
on a record spinning

cause this club about to get litty
We’re bringing to the stage the baddest bitch in the city

She came out freaking to an old song by Diddy
Her booty

around
By my own tail 
And dizzy with the work put in
I begin to see straight through a crooked eye
I'm gonna say it all with ooh's and ah's 
To deliver my

changed, then sadly we've all been seduced into a lie
It was really never bout the music and the love just connections 
And driven by dollars and dimes
Take

I got chemicals in by Blood Stream
Got a screaming in my head
I got a crazy feeling
Can't remember what you said
Got a message from the Buzz Feed

watched our message comes of age
 That we'd been fighting for since we were seventeen

Now we're overnight from Athens
On our way to New Orleans
Another

if I go
Don't wait up for me

We planned our lives moment by moment and to my ears it was exquisite 
But plan are supposedly ""made to be broken"" 
But

cradle
Harvest, rejoice

Message from the void, turn tail and run
And rend the forest domes
Amidst jubilation, my crestfallen soul
Cannot bear this loss

to the claws of tyranny.

True loss of innocence, Facing the salt of the earth, Ride through the Infodemic
All through distorted eyes, (And) force an agenda, By