Refresh Rate
(Ayo ayo, Dr. Conan on the mix)
Spit fire
Tom sawyer, shop Myers, town crier
Heaven sent choir on vacation
Jamaican, no Haitian
You'll crumble slow when them blades hit
Like refresh rate, I'll bet it hurts
Shirts stained, but we'll make it work
Quasimodo, my bells, they lurk
So just entertain, like you at the Cirque
Consequences for those who lay
Brown apples fall of trees, so to say
Baudelaire, don't call me
My phone off, dog got fleas
Blankets, drop blanks, banks need no more
You middle of the pack, call you Mordor
More over, I pass the moon, Apollo
Fight for your leader, do follow
Instructions, got god flow
Seat belts, don't drive slow
Who got blow? I don't know
No room for the weak, only nouveau
Focaccia bread rises, straight from dough
Danny Brown, taking Really Doe
Really think you don't reap what you sow?
I know you so so, I'm Jean-Jacques Rousseau
This the revolution, we'll undergo
To a better place, they'll close the case
Closed casket if you leave a trace
Mouse a cookie, yeah you made mistakes
Entropic bars, you'll lose the pace
Spin around and count to eight
You dead weight, yeah there's no debate
Speed by, interstate
In her state, you up now?
Coming over, so get down
Don't come round, you'll find out
So seasick, so lean over
Fortunate, four leaf clover
Like refresh rate, I'll bet it hurts
Shirts stained, but we'll make it work
Quasimodo, my bells, they lurk
So just entertain, like you at the Cirque
Hit the steel, it sings
Under water, it stings
Cannon fodder, yeah I forgot her
Just stare at my phone as it rings
In the box with you
Friends in your ear, like One v. Two
You knew we through, still out here though
Making sense and making dough
Bakers dozen, I've seen before
13 like we overflow, oh
Major when I spring
You'll never break me down like sign my sling
Your offering is awfully tame
Intercontinental like we on Beijing
It's on a wing, like it's all a fling
Fly off, hit sand, like we off the swing
It's all a dream
Quiet like we can't all scream
Mastering the blade like we Jassa Singh
Don't make more friends, make guava
Words like flames, make lava
Tripwire strings, they pop off
Speak silently, they wanna
Like refresh rate, I'll bet it hurts
Shirts stained, but we'll make it work
Quasimodo, my bells, they lurk
So just entertain, like you at the Cirque
(Haha like hertz, yeah I get that)
(Aw Conan, not again)
Spit fire
Tom sawyer, shop Myers, town crier
Heaven sent choir on vacation
Jamaican, no Haitian
You'll crumble slow when them blades hit
Like refresh rate, I'll bet it hurts
Shirts stained, but we'll make it work
Quasimodo, my bells, they lurk
So just entertain, like you at the Cirque
Consequences for those who lay
Brown apples fall of trees, so to say
Baudelaire, don't call me
My phone off, dog got fleas
Blankets, drop blanks, banks need no more
You middle of the pack, call you Mordor
More over, I pass the moon, Apollo
Fight for your leader, do follow
Instructions, got god flow
Seat belts, don't drive slow
Who got blow? I don't know
No room for the weak, only nouveau
Focaccia bread rises, straight from dough
Danny Brown, taking Really Doe
Really think you don't reap what you sow?
I know you so so, I'm Jean-Jacques Rousseau
This the revolution, we'll undergo
To a better place, they'll close the case
Closed casket if you leave a trace
Mouse a cookie, yeah you made mistakes
Entropic bars, you'll lose the pace
Spin around and count to eight
You dead weight, yeah there's no debate
Speed by, interstate
In her state, you up now?
Coming over, so get down
Don't come round, you'll find out
So seasick, so lean over
Fortunate, four leaf clover
Like refresh rate, I'll bet it hurts
Shirts stained, but we'll make it work
Quasimodo, my bells, they lurk
So just entertain, like you at the Cirque
Hit the steel, it sings
Under water, it stings
Cannon fodder, yeah I forgot her
Just stare at my phone as it rings
In the box with you
Friends in your ear, like One v. Two
You knew we through, still out here though
Making sense and making dough
Bakers dozen, I've seen before
13 like we overflow, oh
Major when I spring
You'll never break me down like sign my sling
Your offering is awfully tame
Intercontinental like we on Beijing
It's on a wing, like it's all a fling
Fly off, hit sand, like we off the swing
It's all a dream
Quiet like we can't all scream
Mastering the blade like we Jassa Singh
Don't make more friends, make guava
Words like flames, make lava
Tripwire strings, they pop off
Speak silently, they wanna
Like refresh rate, I'll bet it hurts
Shirts stained, but we'll make it work
Quasimodo, my bells, they lurk
So just entertain, like you at the Cirque
(Haha like hertz, yeah I get that)
(Aw Conan, not again)
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Writer(s): Sydney Gordon Smythe
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