If
If there were not something so loud and clear
If there were not something so loud and clear
It would have been bought and sold
It would have been
If there were not something so loud and clear
If there were not something so loud and clear
It would have been bought and sold
It would have been
We travel the space ways
and doom the space of men
and doom the space we're in
and doom the space there is
We travel the space ways
and doom the space of men
and doom the space we're in
and doom the space there is
We travel the space ways
and doom the space of men
and doom the space we're in
and doom the space there is
We travel the space ways
and doom the space of men
and doom the space we're in
and doom the space there is
It's come to my attention
as a matter of fact
That in the face of the days
Sometimes I don't know how to act
Neck so tense you could pull a wing with it
Eyes so raw you could see nothing in 'em
Dead negligent fours right out of his air holes
Caught with his one white lung
And his wing and his whole city
Cut for a scope just like playa
Called a dollar in old Oakland
Phone bill cost unreplicated gone half heart
Corinthian column taught with my raw arm
Caught left, caught right
Bill to the occupation
Like Bam
None of my my Lord and my pay rent to decide
and ban me
and my none with exaggerated arms never the neck
Hong Chong open to me
Cold
If there were not something so loud and clear
It would have been bought and sold
It would have been
If there were not something so loud and clear
If there were not something so loud and clear
It would have been bought and sold
It would have been
We travel the space ways
and doom the space of men
and doom the space we're in
and doom the space there is
We travel the space ways
and doom the space of men
and doom the space we're in
and doom the space there is
We travel the space ways
and doom the space of men
and doom the space we're in
and doom the space there is
We travel the space ways
and doom the space of men
and doom the space we're in
and doom the space there is
It's come to my attention
as a matter of fact
That in the face of the days
Sometimes I don't know how to act
Neck so tense you could pull a wing with it
Eyes so raw you could see nothing in 'em
Dead negligent fours right out of his air holes
Caught with his one white lung
And his wing and his whole city
Cut for a scope just like playa
Called a dollar in old Oakland
Phone bill cost unreplicated gone half heart
Corinthian column taught with my raw arm
Caught left, caught right
Bill to the occupation
Like Bam
None of my my Lord and my pay rent to decide
and ban me
and my none with exaggerated arms never the neck
Hong Chong open to me
Cold
Credits
Writer(s): Tor Erik Hermansen, Shaffer Smith, Mikkel Eriksen, Beyonce Gisselle Knowles
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