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  • Текст песни OBN Jay - The Letter

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    Now the cops are looking awkward cuz the cops are robbers
    We used to play cops and robbers now we rob the coppers
    Now the cops are lookin awkward cuz the cops are robbers
    If the cops get the number then just block the caller
    I call the shots call, call it off, this is not an offer

    Sittin' on a throne in a dream state-of-mind
    Dream dream dream dream state-of-mind
    He's great no he's better wait he's paid to shine
    Please take yo time take a number each wait in line
    This is not an offer cop a pistol pistol poppin' off and off my rocker
    Call the choppers off I'm awesome
    Like the Loch Ness monster marchin' through the moss
    And I just toss em in the garbage they ain't nothin but this Trash I'm castin' off
    It's like I'm fishin' in the lake skippin' disc up in that bitch and they gon' listen
    Cuz I'm great flippin' out and wishin' That don't miss em bitchin in the paint
    I got em pissed that I don't know that we all end up in a grave
    So don't Listen to get saved its like I'm sittin' on a throne in a dream state-of-mind
    He's great no he's better wait he's paid to shine
    Please take yo time take a number each
    Wait in line peace to the sky peace to the sound and to the mic

    We used to play cops and robbers now we rob the coppers
    Now the cops are lookin awkward cuz the cops are robbers
    If the cops get the number then just block the caller
    I call the shots call, call it off, this is not an offer

    I refuse to let you talk and let you move I pray to god
    Pray to
    Pray
    Pray to god
    I refuse to let you talk and let you move i pray to god
    Pray to god
    Pray
    Pray to god
    Whatchu got to offer why don't you
    Open up ya locker grab a few let me cop em I could use another option other than Smokin' and poppin' let me Through man I'm walkin' out the blue gettin' toxic
    I refuse to let you talk and let you move I pray to god that you find your way
    Don't hide away or fade out with the Fog the final word and final say spoken all along
    Ill try the verse if that don't work I guess I'm breakin' laws
    Ghostly figures in my vision so its probably wrong
    Stole a vision from a broad then it turned into a song
    It's the wisdom of the wind as it passes never lost pessimistic kid with a tendency to Pass it off

    We used to play cops and robbers now we rob the coppers
    Now the cops are lookin awkward cuz the cops are robbers
    If the cops get the number then just block the caller
    I call the shots call, call it off, this is not an offer

    Sick a waitin' start makin that throw up sound
    Sick of waitin'
    Sick sick sick of waitin'
    Sick a waitin' start makin that throw up sound
    Throw up sound
    Throw throw up sound ugh
    Whoa whoa hold up now, blarin' sirens right behind me
    And they donut bound lost my mind waitin on the day
    Its Found but I'm sick of waitin' start makin
    That throw up sound ugh
    There's no offer I can take that conquers what i create
    From the depths of the cave go bonkers and elevate
    Even when I'm kinda high I be out of outer space
    Baby stroller full of dynamite blowing throw the gate
    Fuck it I come through with urgency
    To place words and lay verses perfectly
    I will cause chaos with all courtesy
    Convert these current flows into currency

    We used to play cops and robbers now we rob the coppers
    Now the cops are lookin awkward cuz the cops are robbers
    If the cops get the number then just block the caller
    I call the shots call, call it off, this is not an offer

    Sittin' on a throne in a dream state-of-mind
    I refuse to let you talk and let you move I pray to god
    But I'm sick a waitin' start makin that throw up sound
    Sick of waitin' start makin that throw up sound ugh

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