Ab-Soul

Ab-Soul - Christopher Droner lyrics

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[Hook]

Bunch of fuckin' drones

Bunch of drones, can't think for your own

Bunch of fuckin' drones

Bunch of drones, can't think for your own

Bunch of fuckin' drones

Bunch of drones, can't think for your own

Bunch of fuckin' drones

Bunch of drones, can't think for your own
[Bridge 1]

Can't think for your own

Can't think for your own

Can't think for your own

Can't think for your own
[Verse 1]

Out my window all I see is Babylon, grab your gun

You ain't a knight tonight, you won't live to see the mornin' sun

Yellow tape, pistols in your face, hold on, show no weakness

Money, murder, grab your burner, cabins burnin', where is free?

Soulo, yeah I'm the one you heard about

Fuck's gotten into Herbert now? He's so foul he's got birds around

Had it my way like it's Burger King

You don't want beef, put that burger down

Don't go against my coalition, you can kiss my Colin Powell

Guess it's in my heritage, I double-cross snakes and go ape shit

Psychedelic, she left on her heels and I'm chewin' pills, I can't taste shit

My dick look like a spaceship, “Stairway to Heaven” on my playlist

On 9/11 I called 9-1-1 and the voice recording said this
[Hook]
[Bridge 2]

About face, about face, about face, about face

About face, about face, about face

Can't think for your own
[Verse 2]

This ain't no manifesto, you niggas know me

My niggas manifest O's of the Oakley

High tech sippin' high tech like Detroit Red used to coach me

AB, see he, D-E, F though (most G)

No pen though, I just pulled this shit out the wind, bro

Ain't got shit to lose, but a win bro, it's a win, bro, this shit's simple

Gettin' dough like Papa John, your momma all on Papa John

Ain't got no chain, I ain't no slave

Ain't got no watch, I ain't got the time

The SWAT team got robots and I'm thinkin' 'bout coppin' mine

Literally, fuck a pair of shoes, I'm cockin' nines, dare you to shoot

Headline, Ab-Soul facin' fed time

Rewind, it wasn't 'bout that, no rat but I'm droppin' dimes

Iceberg Slim with the furs on, I knows war, that's real talk

All my life, I knew I was ill, Rock had me on the billboard

In God I trust, I ain't no fool, no

But on the real, I just hope my credit card does too, Soul
[Hook]
[Bridge 2]
[Outro]

I bought some Alexander Wang, after I heard “New Slaves”

Went and bought some Alexander Wang, after I heard “New Slaves”

Y'all niggas can't fuck with Soul, y'all niggas can't fuck with Soul

Y'all niggas can't fuck with Soul, y'all niggas can't fuck with Soul... 


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