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Blue Bombers
Emcee KB
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Emcee, Pop Shuv
That's crazy
Yea
10 digits, 11 counting the code
Triple-double on the dash but it feel like four (damn)
Like a robot, I think I'm being controlled
'Cause my DM less than three's and X's and O's
Wait up, wait up, night vision, tryna stay up
If the party invite only, she a foul on a layup (whoa)
I'm in outer space, I shoot my shot like space invaders
Now we sippin' from the same cup, a grey one
But wait, just wait
Don't let me wake up and forget you (ok, ok)
Or all I've said
Will recess back into long lost realms
Where I'm awake, yeah
I don't feel you here next to me
I stare into space
Tell me do you hear me
I'm so sick of your blue bombers
I never saw your face in August and
I'm too quick for your red bottoms
We'd run circles until you lost me
But now you're walkin' and I'm too hot for
All this cotton, come on, take it off
Because I'm so sick of your blue bombers
I've never seen you look dishonest
I'm fed up with your red bottoms
They cross my mind and I can't stop it
And I'm so sick of your blue bombers
I feel them piercing through me somewhere
But wait, just wait (shrug)
Give me ten seconds to explain myself
I can't be late
I'm on the final leg of my good name
Same
I'm on the final leg of famous
But the final stretch is dangerous
Mixing music, parties, pain and anguish
Speak of the devil, she drop me the addy
Red carpet upholstery, I feel like Aladdin
Tire marks, I pull up to the cabin
My music blasting, I
Never had a clue how to read the room
At the function fridge, trying to raid the tomb
Like Short Round + Indie, Pop Shuv' with me
Drinks in the bag and escape the crew
Checking the loot when I step into you
Fell for your eyes, almost fell in the pool
Temperature that's 102
As Night Sweats play, we fade from view
I'm so sick of your blue bombers
I never saw your face in August and
I'm too quick for your red bottoms
We'd run circles until you lost me
But now you're walkin' and I'm too hot for
All this cotton, come on, take it off
Because I'm so sick of your blue bombers
I've never seen you look dishonest
I'm so sick of your blue bombers
I never saw your face in August and
I'm too quick for your red bottoms
We'd run circles until you lost me
But now you're walkin' and I'm too hot for
All this cotton, come on, take it off
Because I'm so sick of your blue bombers
I've never seen you look dishonest
Buddy