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Coffee (Dubstep & Breakbeat EDM Rave 2020 DJ Mixed)
Kadd-3-Wompu$
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We don't need no walkie-talkies
No, no walkie-talkies
We don't need your coughin' when offin' the morning coffee, no
We don't need no walkie-talkies
No, no walkie-talkies
We just want our hermitry to stay and our coffee to go
And the last shall be
First to immerse in a passed out heap
Face in the mud with a moxie melt
'Til he woke up drowning in chop jiggie hell
Door in a cave with a torch on the wall
Then a window arrangement of porcelain dolls
On a brand new day, saw what he saw
Property owners scrawled on the wall
With a bad toupee and a face like he authored a law
Base like he mourning a loss
Right hand on a can of worms
Left full of gold he would crave in turn for me and that's okay
You gotta answer to you at the end of the model of day
But a model of mercy it might go away
Matter the matter will cleverly pay
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We don't need no walkie-talkies
No, no walkie-talkies
We don't need your coughin' when offin' the morning coffee, no
We don't need no walkie-talkies
No, no walkie-talkies
We just want our hermitry to stay and our coffee to go
And the last shall be
First to the curb at the mad count meet
Face in the bars of a regular cell
When he woke up high in collectible hell
Hometown kid who was floored by the binge
Of the man who expired with the most shit wind
That's warby American nonsense penned by the rich
Not a routine friend in a pinch
Still not used to the stench
It would throw us off otherwise lucid events
In a case the afraid observe
I got a pro-kits box full of lamest terms
It goes, "Ayy, peace, pray for the plague"
To major relief in capacious rains
But just 'cause I don't wanna war with you
It don't mean go warm up the barbecue
I'm like pardon you, it's still off limit
My high noon is a trick that I'm in it
I don't wanna spend it sitting with a critic
'Cause simply isn't gonna ever really get it
This HQ is alive and alone
No driveway, no sign at the home
No dial tone, no line for the phone
No world's tiniest violin song
And I might just lie to 'em all
Lie in the morgue with a deep breath hiding aboard
Fighting a smile, highly annoyed
When the timing is right I will rise and record
Call for the monster beats
A blockhead got animal drums like he docked the teeth
It goes, "Red light, green light, one, two, three
One large coffee, fuck you, peace"
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I crawled down to the basement
When the weather got cold
Like a lost lamb
Returning to the fold
And when the outside world
Recedes from view
It's just a year's supply of makeup
And memories of you
1967 Colt .45
Holding back the vampires
Keeping me alive
There's an envelope with some cash in it
Out by the front door
This is what they make you take the medications for
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