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Correct Drones Over Bklyn Lyrics
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You better stay aloof when the troops move or suicide booths soothe The who's who of looters shoot, the bullets go zoom zoom Your pain is the porn, pal, they pay to pop plain shit It's faded, it's more foul than famous, it's hot sin Hollywood off the bus fucked, tender little destruct tucked In the waist with a gold face, feed the greedy with dum dums You and me in the butane, supe a lame and he puffs up Little dragons of fad rap, suture their face the fuck up Walk in the zone or get less, wake in the fog of fright night Eat where the sifters sell trash, sleep where the orphan's hell hatched Pardon me son I'm zoned out, cloned out No doubt home is, blowed out Sold out without extra man bonus Tragedy smurf smirks, a middle man's shirt bursts Wetted up, wet work, you get it up, get murked A wabbit in crosshairs, mechanical fox hunt Be quiet they're hunting now, the method is awesome And I can see them in my eyes when they're closed, I can feel them at night I can feel them plot a course through the sky, I believe in their flight Drones over Brooklyn Dr-Drones over Brooklyn Dr-Drones over Brooklyn Dr-Drones over Brooklyn Dr-Drones over Brooklyn Dr-Drones over Brooklyn Dr-Drones over Brooklyn Dr-Drones over Brooklyn Dr-Drones over Brooklyn You can hear calico ultimate point at you Click clack and back 'em to bunny dust point of view Hardy har, funny stuff, tough cookie boy I'll be sure to bring my bitch-bib-sloppy-eat-flop-around-clown-shoe getup Kids sing along, this is all we have left bitch, sing a song I was born conjoined to howlers of the siren age Lion cage meat life sacrifice, nothing left Tell me if it matters that I sing it wrong Another DJ yells "Lick the balls" Another Brooklyn kite delivered in his crooked paws I'd sooner wash my dick in acid than ask what you think I'll fuck myself with a stun gun before gassing your team You patch me in and I'll dumb out with a channeled disease It sucks to be nothing, nobody struts when they're down on their knees This whole rackets for the bees, fuck my life already Fuck the law, fuck the sun, say goodnight already You fucking spam-bots selling shit, alright already We get it you getting that fetti, oh Jesus Christ already And I can see them in my eyes when they're closed, I can feel them at night I can feel them plot a course through the sky, I believe in their flight Drones over Brooklyn Dr-Drones over Brooklyn Dr-Drones over Brooklyn Dr-Drones over Brooklyn Dr-Drones over Brooklyn Dr-Drones over Brooklyn Dr-Drones over Brooklyn Dr-Drones over Brooklyn Dr-Drones over Brooklyn
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