Peshawar
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โฑ๏ธ 2:13 duration
๐ ID: 25683290
๐ Lyrics
(Living)
(Does it mean people ain't there)
(If it's full of pain, a great expertise)
At a desk now, twice exiled, black gentile
Full quarter short, rough way to walk, white wally wave jumper
Growing older and younger
Rappers make me sick like airport mall fragrance on empty stomach
Bismarck stutter step going off
Africa in the tick of the trunk
Gold fronts chomp at the tip of the spear, I'm all in the sun
I'm her favorite squeegee man
Geechu black and tan, camo chocolate chip
When niggas look like niggas
One drop tainted angel
Indigo and sassafras, this too shall pass
Gleefully watching system crash
No matter though, they easily rebooted
Back of the napkin man, looking fucking stupid
"Alas," all I said when I seen how they plan to use it
Thou shall not make a machine in the likeness of a human
Mind, that's the rubric
Deep Blue vs. Vladimir Putin
Stepped in the other room, but HAL still read your lip movements
Tears in my eyes, listening to machines make music (it's beautiful)
King spittle, watermelon man
Seated slang editory, you keep it
Hands and chants secret
Scanned the crowd, don't ask me how, for the last time, beat it
Ninety on the Loop Parkway, Robert Moses boost the crime rate
Musty how the wine taste, blind faith without works is dead
Make a iron sheik
Flying past your head, watch and pray, lie in wait
Friendly fires, you don't know the half
Don't make me a liar out of all we have
If you really ill, let me see you build with no mortar
When you there on the ground, there's no border
No matter, it'll still be a slaughter, my aura matte black
Polaroid portraits in Peshawar, crushed scorpions
Gorgeous 16 echoing through valleys and gorges
God's gift, green as the prophet's cloak
Black tea with cardamom and mint, tendrils of hash smoke
A tree split by lightning, the glow from the wood stove
You're gonna get better
You're doing okay, and you're gonna do better
You're doing okay, and you're going to get better
You're doing okay, and you're going to do better
We really get what we ask for
We get what we really ask for
We get what re-really ask-
(Does it mean people ain't there)
(If it's full of pain, a great expertise)
At a desk now, twice exiled, black gentile
Full quarter short, rough way to walk, white wally wave jumper
Growing older and younger
Rappers make me sick like airport mall fragrance on empty stomach
Bismarck stutter step going off
Africa in the tick of the trunk
Gold fronts chomp at the tip of the spear, I'm all in the sun
I'm her favorite squeegee man
Geechu black and tan, camo chocolate chip
When niggas look like niggas
One drop tainted angel
Indigo and sassafras, this too shall pass
Gleefully watching system crash
No matter though, they easily rebooted
Back of the napkin man, looking fucking stupid
"Alas," all I said when I seen how they plan to use it
Thou shall not make a machine in the likeness of a human
Mind, that's the rubric
Deep Blue vs. Vladimir Putin
Stepped in the other room, but HAL still read your lip movements
Tears in my eyes, listening to machines make music (it's beautiful)
King spittle, watermelon man
Seated slang editory, you keep it
Hands and chants secret
Scanned the crowd, don't ask me how, for the last time, beat it
Ninety on the Loop Parkway, Robert Moses boost the crime rate
Musty how the wine taste, blind faith without works is dead
Make a iron sheik
Flying past your head, watch and pray, lie in wait
Friendly fires, you don't know the half
Don't make me a liar out of all we have
If you really ill, let me see you build with no mortar
When you there on the ground, there's no border
No matter, it'll still be a slaughter, my aura matte black
Polaroid portraits in Peshawar, crushed scorpions
Gorgeous 16 echoing through valleys and gorges
God's gift, green as the prophet's cloak
Black tea with cardamom and mint, tendrils of hash smoke
A tree split by lightning, the glow from the wood stove
You're gonna get better
You're doing okay, and you're gonna do better
You're doing okay, and you're going to get better
You're doing okay, and you're going to do better
We really get what we ask for
We get what we really ask for
We get what re-really ask-
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.05] (Living)
[00:02.31] (Does it mean people ain't there)
[00:05.57] (If it's full of pain, a great expertise)
[00:12.62] At a desk now, twice exiled, black gentile
[00:15.89] Full quarter short, rough way to walk, white wally wave jumper
[00:18.94] Growing older and younger
[00:20.43] Rappers make me sick like airport mall fragrance on empty stomach
[00:23.67] Bismarck stutter step going off
[00:25.70] Africa in the tick of the trunk
[00:27.40] Gold fronts chomp at the tip of the spear, I'm all in the sun
[00:30.51] I'm her favorite squeegee man
[00:32.03] Geechu black and tan, camo chocolate chip
[00:34.23] When niggas look like niggas
[00:35.80] One drop tainted angel
[00:37.50] Indigo and sassafras, this too shall pass
[00:39.96] Gleefully watching system crash
[00:41.76] No matter though, they easily rebooted
[00:43.94] Back of the napkin man, looking fucking stupid
[00:46.82] "Alas," all I said when I seen how they plan to use it
[00:49.98] Thou shall not make a machine in the likeness of a human
[00:53.11] Mind, that's the rubric
[00:54.82] Deep Blue vs. Vladimir Putin
[00:56.84] Stepped in the other room, but HAL still read your lip movements
[01:00.15] Tears in my eyes, listening to machines make music (it's beautiful)
[01:03.81] King spittle, watermelon man
[01:05.45] Seated slang editory, you keep it
[01:07.49] Hands and chants secret
[01:08.64] Scanned the crowd, don't ask me how, for the last time, beat it
[01:11.77] Ninety on the Loop Parkway, Robert Moses boost the crime rate
[01:15.25] Musty how the wine taste, blind faith without works is dead
[01:18.20] Make a iron sheik
[01:19.13] Flying past your head, watch and pray, lie in wait
[01:21.97] Friendly fires, you don't know the half
[01:23.78] Don't make me a liar out of all we have
[01:25.85] If you really ill, let me see you build with no mortar
[01:28.56] When you there on the ground, there's no border
[01:30.70] No matter, it'll still be a slaughter, my aura matte black
[01:34.38] Polaroid portraits in Peshawar, crushed scorpions
[01:37.63] Gorgeous 16 echoing through valleys and gorges
[01:40.90] God's gift, green as the prophet's cloak
[01:43.37] Black tea with cardamom and mint, tendrils of hash smoke
[01:46.75] A tree split by lightning, the glow from the wood stove
[01:58.52] You're gonna get better
[02:00.21] You're doing okay, and you're gonna do better
[02:02.65] You're doing okay, and you're going to get better
[02:04.72] You're doing okay, and you're going to do better
[02:07.58] We really get what we ask for
[02:09.81] We get what we really ask for
[02:11.77] We get what re-really ask-
[02:12.29]
[00:02.31] (Does it mean people ain't there)
[00:05.57] (If it's full of pain, a great expertise)
[00:12.62] At a desk now, twice exiled, black gentile
[00:15.89] Full quarter short, rough way to walk, white wally wave jumper
[00:18.94] Growing older and younger
[00:20.43] Rappers make me sick like airport mall fragrance on empty stomach
[00:23.67] Bismarck stutter step going off
[00:25.70] Africa in the tick of the trunk
[00:27.40] Gold fronts chomp at the tip of the spear, I'm all in the sun
[00:30.51] I'm her favorite squeegee man
[00:32.03] Geechu black and tan, camo chocolate chip
[00:34.23] When niggas look like niggas
[00:35.80] One drop tainted angel
[00:37.50] Indigo and sassafras, this too shall pass
[00:39.96] Gleefully watching system crash
[00:41.76] No matter though, they easily rebooted
[00:43.94] Back of the napkin man, looking fucking stupid
[00:46.82] "Alas," all I said when I seen how they plan to use it
[00:49.98] Thou shall not make a machine in the likeness of a human
[00:53.11] Mind, that's the rubric
[00:54.82] Deep Blue vs. Vladimir Putin
[00:56.84] Stepped in the other room, but HAL still read your lip movements
[01:00.15] Tears in my eyes, listening to machines make music (it's beautiful)
[01:03.81] King spittle, watermelon man
[01:05.45] Seated slang editory, you keep it
[01:07.49] Hands and chants secret
[01:08.64] Scanned the crowd, don't ask me how, for the last time, beat it
[01:11.77] Ninety on the Loop Parkway, Robert Moses boost the crime rate
[01:15.25] Musty how the wine taste, blind faith without works is dead
[01:18.20] Make a iron sheik
[01:19.13] Flying past your head, watch and pray, lie in wait
[01:21.97] Friendly fires, you don't know the half
[01:23.78] Don't make me a liar out of all we have
[01:25.85] If you really ill, let me see you build with no mortar
[01:28.56] When you there on the ground, there's no border
[01:30.70] No matter, it'll still be a slaughter, my aura matte black
[01:34.38] Polaroid portraits in Peshawar, crushed scorpions
[01:37.63] Gorgeous 16 echoing through valleys and gorges
[01:40.90] God's gift, green as the prophet's cloak
[01:43.37] Black tea with cardamom and mint, tendrils of hash smoke
[01:46.75] A tree split by lightning, the glow from the wood stove
[01:58.52] You're gonna get better
[02:00.21] You're doing okay, and you're gonna do better
[02:02.65] You're doing okay, and you're going to get better
[02:04.72] You're doing okay, and you're going to do better
[02:07.58] We really get what we ask for
[02:09.81] We get what we really ask for
[02:11.77] We get what re-really ask-
[02:12.29]