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    Summer Wars
    (专辑: Solar Flare - 2019)
    
    [Kill Bill:]  I 
let my CRT flicker, sip liquor and smoke  I 
wrang out my self-doubt and let it drip from my quotes  You live and you croak, you laughing but it isn't a 
joke  You fuckers really ask for it, when you get it you choke  I'm posted up inside my living room, hop in my party  Sunny D 
inside the 
fridge, watching iCarly  Getting gnarly from the 
back of the 
bus, hoe, my movements too clean so don't be dapping me up  Hoe, I 
don't know nobody, dirtier than hobo bodies, fuck with me  I 
don't like you rapping cats who want it fast and want it free  You want it bitch, you come to me, tightroping chasm drops  You never seen an earthquake but you might quote it's aftershocks  Tell me why I'm spazzing, block my twitter for the 
culture  Have me on your podcast to interview a 
vulture  Let these lames smoulder, hard headed, brain boulder  I 
don't like your lame quotas, suck my dick from the 
back, you bitch   [Scuare:]  You making all these games come alive for me  They never break it down the 
same, I 
leave the 
skies empty  I 
set the 
pace, I 
set the 
roles, I 
set they minds at ease  The 
shit I 
make, it's better than gold, y'all can confide in me  For how long?   [Rav:]  It's that liquid hentai  Eccentric and fly  Bitch, I'm your senpai  The 
fence high, but it's better to climb  I 
don't lament times  I 
bend rhymes with exceptional might  Despite my dead eyes, I 
spend time with intention to fight  I 
got that low for the 
low  Keep you high for the 
night  Keep your toes off the 
floor  Keep your eyes off the 
time  Like, we could be doing anything else in the 
world, we could do it  Anything but this, but that would be stupid  My energy cards plenty, my memory card broken  Chest was once emptied, I'll never be heartbroken  Goals fade into blurs out of a 
sharp focus  Gold plated herbs: part magic and part doja, that do excel  This city's got a 
putrid smell  A 
ghoulish hell suited well for its elusive shell  Straight outta Loserville with an excuse to lose myself  Maneuver well, disillusioned by my bluest smiles   [Scuare:]  You making all these games come alive for me  They never break it down the 
same, I 
leave the 
skies empty  I 
set the 
pace, I 
set the 
roles, I 
set they minds at ease  The 
shit I 
make, it's better than gold, y'all can confide in me  For how long?  
 
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