Phone Booth

Aye yo Dett let me damage something
I put the Led Zeppelin and let it ramble on
Darth Vader all black like it's camouflage
Abstract flows that the system couldn't analyze
Propaganda being televised
Trying to get a rise out of level minds
Never mind
Black mirror screens can be seen through the devil's eyes
Stomped against the asphalt right against the metal signs
Revolution when a rebel dies
Sever ties
Eat the rich like a side of fries
Yeah, fuck the feds never sympathize
Nah, with the leaders when you victimize
Die

I'm a get right soon
Pull up gun blazed off the hip
High noon
Yeah
I'm a stick my groove
Hold up the record store and pick my groove
Damn

I'm a get right soon
Pull up gun blazed off the hip
High noon
Yeah
I'm a stick my move
Hold up the record store and just pick my groove
Damn

I'm a get right soon
Yeah
I'm a get right soon
Yeah
I'm a get right soon
Selling dirty dirty out the old phone booth
Yeah

I'm a get right soon
Yeah
I'm a get right soon
Yeah
I'm a get right soon
Selling dirty dirty out the old phone booth
Yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Frates
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