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This be my post modern, soul-parody
Depressed, so I can speak with sincerity
My lips is pierced with vodka, true clarity
Kicked in the door like J Cole's house apparently
You thought the kids that were raising these new blocks
Would change the world, be the brains, let's talk like 2Pac
Instead, we talk about nothing but these ooh wops
Chasing bread, only focused on making the crew pop
Hip hop is dead and other mutterings that I stutter
I didn't mean it, but I'm scrolling to find Drake's baby mother
I get restless in the winter, be coked out for the summer
I know better, like I'm prezi, sucker free, raised by my mother

Fuck the other side, rival gang or parents, let's get lost tonight
Like we Hov and Ye in Paris
Everybody feel the passion, do a dance keep it mashin'
Shoo shoo shoo, house party, where I was gassing
I know that things change
If I ever cop a range I'd let the brains hang
So I drive around my city, watch me maintain
Maybe picking up the pace, but we don't change lanes
We can't change lanes

Other side, rival gang or parents, let's get lost tonight
Like we Hov and Ye in Paris, every other side
Rival gang or parents, let's get lost tonight

Look at how fast you drink this wine
You drink this shit to forget the time, you know
You make it look like it not fine
You make it look like you're doin' fine
Only you, only you can know what's on your mind

Post modern, on the fax and Melrose
Its like your fighting blind
If the shoe fits for whom the bell tolls
Maybe your wasting all this time
Post Modern, on the fax and Melrose
And it looks so easy
If the shoe fits for whom the bell tolls

Let's get lost tonight
And now we feeling free
When heroes die time is froze on LA streets
Never for a second I need



Credits
Writer(s): Marc Randolph Griffin, Jess Jackson, Danielle Balbuena, William Mosgrove, James Alexander Hau, Sean Solymar
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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