Z9 (Data Roaming Remix)
Red knuckles burst blood vessels, hit me with another
Fuck it fill the cup, turn it up, ain't enough
Bring a knife to the spot that'll turn it to the cut
Bump 808's
Fuck with me
Hate it or just run with it
Less you showing love
You can't fuck with me
Forrest put your feet to the floor
Seek and destroy kill 'em all
Leave you shook to the core
We them boys, need applause
Not a plug
Get bored, hit the wall
What the
Gave you what you wanted
Now I gotta get a bit of what I started
Step in see a cutie cut a little slack
Kick back, act right
Get smacked for the betterment
Do it for my fellowman
Stomping like an elephant
Fuck her like a gentleman
But I'm lacking memory
Hopin I remember the next time
Intestines pumping with enzymes to break it down
Heart rate
Talk with me
Walk with me
Talk with me
Walk with me
Talk with me
Walk with me
Talk with me
Break it down
Walk with me
Talk with me
Walk with me
Talk with me
Break it down
Walk with me
Talk with me
Put put put
Put your feet to the floor
Fuck her like a
Break it down
Love, you can't fuck with me
Fuck her like a
Shook to the core
Love, you can't fuck with me
Fuck her like a
Break it down
Love, you can't fuck with me
Pumping with enzymes to break it down
Heart rate
Heart rate
Heart rate
Heart rate
Heart rate
Heart rate
Heart rate
Heart rate
Heart rate
300 and 65 the wait time weight of the world
Revolving within our solar system
Listen please, no price tag so you know that this is free
Last name existence
I'm Mr. E
Hop off my dick and jump straight on the context
Because I'd rather put my fucking head in the dirt
Than hear another word spurt from those lips, put a head to the curb
If it bounce back biting on a bit of reverb
Now I'm normally not known as one to bitterly
Recently feeling I have to close off
Like a nun's legs when they sitting in church
I'm a genuine person
But a hurt dog will still bite the hand of its master
I'm battling passion with this and that mix and matching
Trying to become elastic
Ticking every box like I took the classes
Drop a couple bangers and be booked as classic
Sick of this rhyme scheme, that's enough of that shit
Pick it up kick it off, suede timbs on my feet
And I bought my bae a watch
Brought her to the beach feeling like I'm David Hasselhoff
Watch dogs cannot call'em off
Toss a molotov
Shit is popping off feeling this
And it's nonstop till it is
Fuck her like a
And it's nonstop till it is
Fuck it fill the cup, turn it up, ain't enough
Bring a knife to the spot that'll turn it to the cut
Bump 808's
Fuck with me
Hate it or just run with it
Less you showing love
You can't fuck with me
Forrest put your feet to the floor
Seek and destroy kill 'em all
Leave you shook to the core
We them boys, need applause
Not a plug
Get bored, hit the wall
What the
Gave you what you wanted
Now I gotta get a bit of what I started
Step in see a cutie cut a little slack
Kick back, act right
Get smacked for the betterment
Do it for my fellowman
Stomping like an elephant
Fuck her like a gentleman
But I'm lacking memory
Hopin I remember the next time
Intestines pumping with enzymes to break it down
Heart rate
Talk with me
Walk with me
Talk with me
Walk with me
Talk with me
Walk with me
Talk with me
Break it down
Walk with me
Talk with me
Walk with me
Talk with me
Break it down
Walk with me
Talk with me
Put put put
Put your feet to the floor
Fuck her like a
Break it down
Love, you can't fuck with me
Fuck her like a
Shook to the core
Love, you can't fuck with me
Fuck her like a
Break it down
Love, you can't fuck with me
Pumping with enzymes to break it down
Heart rate
Heart rate
Heart rate
Heart rate
Heart rate
Heart rate
Heart rate
Heart rate
Heart rate
300 and 65 the wait time weight of the world
Revolving within our solar system
Listen please, no price tag so you know that this is free
Last name existence
I'm Mr. E
Hop off my dick and jump straight on the context
Because I'd rather put my fucking head in the dirt
Than hear another word spurt from those lips, put a head to the curb
If it bounce back biting on a bit of reverb
Now I'm normally not known as one to bitterly
Recently feeling I have to close off
Like a nun's legs when they sitting in church
I'm a genuine person
But a hurt dog will still bite the hand of its master
I'm battling passion with this and that mix and matching
Trying to become elastic
Ticking every box like I took the classes
Drop a couple bangers and be booked as classic
Sick of this rhyme scheme, that's enough of that shit
Pick it up kick it off, suede timbs on my feet
And I bought my bae a watch
Brought her to the beach feeling like I'm David Hasselhoff
Watch dogs cannot call'em off
Toss a molotov
Shit is popping off feeling this
And it's nonstop till it is
Fuck her like a
And it's nonstop till it is
Credits
Writer(s): Declan De Montille
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