Dallas

L'Eclair

Score: 2
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Played: 5

Album:

Noshtta

Genres:

Disco
Electronic
Indie
Jazz
Nu jazz

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Featured by:

zennocracy

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Lyrics:

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[Verse: Xander LeClaire] You could pass me a long or some Cause I been the bomb, since Obama came outta office mon Bet my mom happy that I’m the one who is her son Cause now the fame brought, your wallets gone, Genghis khan Leave em dead, leave em hanging from my family tree I’m doing me, Mountain Dew, or dewey, it’s the call of duty Throw me on the frontlines i act a fool but not in movies I’ll be throwin stones, y’all be throwin pebbles acting fruity Call it how you see it, but then what happens when you blind Leave you robots, y’all some Megatrons, only using Avalon But fuck that, I leave the room with candles on Watch it burn down while I listen to my own songs Y’all can’t touch me, but I’m no construction tool I don’t act a fool in front of cameras, contradictions tell me what it do I don’t wanna hear you people barking in my ear I’ve made it clear that ima be the fucking man of the year What’s my name you never heard of shit like this Don’t take the piss, cause I’m the one who thinks that ignorance is bliss It is, don’t even battle me, put me a gallery I played you like a game, like my name was auntie Mallory Sit your ass down so I can school you on some real shit The same shit make fake rappers just wanna lane switch Into oncoming traffic, speakers blasting, but they spastics Can’t control the wheel for nothing so they went and crashed it I take a bath, it’s so soothing People want attention so they go and to school shootings Tell me what you really doing, are you booing While artists all be booming you’ll be on the sidelines just hating on the music Keep it to yourself, we gon secure wealth And really all I gotta say is you haters can go to hell Y’all only hearing bells, cause y’all some fucking kids Who tryna tell me what the recipe is, cheers Step on the scale, you’re so over weight, nah you just over hate Cause you think your debate can take the human race But fuck that, cause no ones got the same taste So you can take your face and all your arguments and throwaway the plates But keep it simple, save the planet Cause what’s gonna happen once theres no rappers rapping All we got is people screaming, then we pray to baby Jesus That life is gon be good, but really he don’t need this, and he gon keep it, to himself