Lyrics:
born by the ego
Freedom this, freedom that Someone needs to be in control And that's me
The higher aspect of all of us
Is in control
Try tapping into
know I could be better still
Dark knights trying to get high on Heath Ledger pills
I lost control like I can't find where the remote go
I feel like I
and at no extra expense
Comes this remote control unit.
Oh yeah! I'm programmable!
One heck of a doll, baby baba.
Bootzilla here!
Made by the makers
love me
You wouldn't leave me alone
But no, you not answering your phone
My song is your ring tone
Your caller tune is a song by Bruno
If our chapter is
man I'm lookin clean
Want remote control screens with ice bezeltynes
Want to be a baller shot caller
Twenty inch blades on the Impala
A caller gettin
y'all when I blaze by
Without apology the best I got to be
Set me up, leave the shot to me
Let's party up don't talk to me!
When it comes to rockets, I'm
niccas is getting misplaced like tv remotes cuz you tryna watch me
I've been living carefree
The pressure of life could never put a curl on me
I will never
and I got me a Princess Jasmine
And their baby mama lookin' like she got hit by a car
Damn
If I was them, I would hate me too
But shit, don't pretend that
and clean it
Don't you stop 'til I tell you when
Got a feeling something's taken hold
'Cause I'm flying by remote control
No misunderstanding
Before I
say something?
Don't just walk on by
I'm a fool to let you go
So now you want me, my arms around you?
I can't think
You've got remote control
I
denying
Now change the channel you're remote control
And the tune goes on eternally
For those who share the fear
On a frequency for you and me
You
stoned
Thought I was just cruising, but the weed been in control
Been pushing on her buttons like my girlfriend a remote
Told her I would quit, but yet
well I'm a joker so the fight starts
Stickin with the rubber and gum like it's a fine art
Strong opponents come at me and you'll be gettin clapped dude
Of goals
Wit tires low
And gas on E
Drove slow by troopers at tolls
Wit a pole
And pound of gas on me
My hoe ain't whole ratchet
Mo half ratchet enough
for hours, slingin' dope and power
Culture power, throwin' nitros, lettin' the pipes blow
Got remote control cars and they're not made by Tyco
This
slingin' dope and power
Culture power, throwin' nitros, lettin' the pipes blow
Got remote control cars and they're not made by tyco
This the theodore, drunk
views
Everybody's dying for their agenda
They'll choose
So they can create division, multiply their vision
While being remote they control the television
understand
The remote control controls your hand (your dead hand)
Braindead human gets whacked by virtuality
The coroners who'll kill us all is all we see
isn't loose or tight
I hang in balance while your soul hangs
In question answered by your actions
Your soul is the remote I am the hand
That control
it's hella sunny
They never saw it coming
Getting loosed you can not control me
If it's not money then end of story
No intro you already know me
Sitting
by the...
So serene when you're controlled by a remote control
I could stand up
Change the frickin' world
But my life is just so comfortable
Just so
There's no reality anymore
Burn, burn TV burn
Your world, a remote control
Burn, burn TV burn
Your life is under control
Burn, burn TV burn
Your
RANDOM FIRE
Music & Lyrics by Philip Foxman
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Verse 1
It could have been me but it was you standing outside my front door.
A car passed by machine
to dos-si do
I can show you how to scratch a record
I can take apart the remote control
And I can almost put it back together
I can tie a knot in a cherry
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