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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 Tupac

Instead we talk about nothing but theses oh wops

Chasing bread only focused on making the crew pop

Hip Hop is dead and other muttererings 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 I 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 braids hang

So I drive around the city

Watch me maintain maybe picking up the pace

But we don't change lanes (we can't change lanes)

Other side rival gang of parents

Let's get lost tonight like we Hov and Ye in Paris

Every other side rival gang of parents

Let's get lost tonight (tonight 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 fine

Only you only you can know what is on your mind

Post Modern on the fax and Melrose

Its like your fighting mine

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

Buy old shit to fill a new soul

Wooaa and it's only me (let's get lost tonight)

And that what we all agreed

And that's all we believe

When heros dies time is froze on LA streets

Never for a second I need

Baby you all I need