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[Intro: Mach-Hommy] Uh-huh Send me the invoice for all that shit Bet we can pinpoint all that shit Then we can enjoy all that bread Send me the invoice Send me the invoice for all that shit Bet we can pinpoint all that shit Then we can enjoy all that bread Send me the invoice Send me the invoice for all that shit Bet we can pinpoint all that shit Then we can enjoy all that bread Send me the invoice Send me the invoice for all that shit Bet we can pinpoint all that shit Then we can enjoy all that bread Send me the invoice Send me the invoice for all that shit Bet we can pinpoint all that shit Then we can enjoy all that bread Send me the invoice Send me the invoice for all that shit (Uh-huh) Bet we can pinpoint all that shit Then we can enjoy all that bread (My nigga) Send me the invoice (Okay) [Verse 1: Mach-Hommy] Too much bread, bread, not enough bread Too much 77, not enough 7 Too much evanescence wake you up inside with a Wesson Too much [?] election, [?] dies for the reppin' Shoot a Mac .11, take a vote ridin' on the jet And do a chapter 7, chapter 11 Session for session, foot in your ass likely to [?] Suppose that, allegedly, I was chosen to keep your speakers broken Allegedly bespoke and smokin' we keep the beacon glowin' Said I know, hand, leg, hangin' in the window Arrested Development Mr. Window Surreptitious niggas would miss a info [?] sicko Or catch me at no awards ceremony [?] horse feathers homie [?] contestant hoagie, pressure on me, never lonely Tenderonie, skeleton extra boney Never phony, relish the testimony [Spoken Word] And I began to riot [Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt] Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-uh Bend we don't break, swing we don't miss We just might might be okay, the same voltage Hold the charge like the phone lit No regards for the bullshit Who all in? who got the cards flipped? Who on shit, who get the target split Who on your marksman's bad side Going in landmines, don't count steps The old chest said it's about time Slow breathe, cold flesh made her mouth cry We know death, alright let's go left Hand signs, still with the bands like lead singers Niggas remember them camp fires I dip when they capsize And swift hit the roads kickin' cans like chivalry dead You really dead, but we still ahead Couple clips left, couple lips cleft Hammer and nail, Hommy and Earl Spotting, got 'em from the top of the hill Wrote it on the foggiest mirror The quality thorough, ill It's all I could spill There's more I could do Ooh ooh ooh ooh [Instumental Outro]
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