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lirik lagu the conductor – chris yang

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do re mi fa so la ti
yeah, don’t blame me for what you eat
fifteen cubic meters of air
account for the nest of your untapered hair
i’m sittin’ here, sippin’ some coffee
you sittin’ there, you ain’t got sh*t on me
you want to attack with a flow that’s so sloppy
but i spit red hot and fire, call that sh*t wasabi
oh, what’s that? you wanted to stop me
but she’s in my mentions, tonight we’re facetiming
i won’t forget the time you tried to two*time me
you like ugly men? hey, you might like a wabie
you don’t like to dance, but you might want to wop
i brought some bands, senior year was a flop
you make these excuses, like girl, can you not?
time to clean up your mess, got to go bring a mop
i’m in the studio still cooking some heat
with a chef in the kitchen who’s cooking some meat
how can i be the secret that you choose not to leak
like you choosin’ men that get turned on to feet?
but don’t look at me, like i’m such a d*ck
you get infuriated at her instagram pics
can’t talk no reason ’cause no message won’t cl!ck
guess i should’ve known not to trust no selfish hoe b*tch
b*tch, i said what i said
so save some energy, maybe go make a bed
i swear you got a skull that is more dense than lead
but i would rather bleed out than have you give me head, head
and you got nothing to say
you take happy pictures to pretend life is great
you think everything happens is all ’cause of fate
but when someone challenges you, you just throw them hate, can’t relate
but you’re the one to blame for your unhappy life, from the dust of which you came
you want to confide just to brighten your day
but you wanna go front, i’m a call that sh*t lame
you heard me, you a lame b*tch
you hurt me, i’m a go snitch
go snitch to everybody that you tried to sh*t talk while you walk around wearing fake gucci flip flops
flip*flopped, like your f*cking career
can’t be a leader so you take up the rear
you post on your finsta all about your fears but you ain’t got no friends because n0body cares
i don’t do no sneak diss, so get out of my mentions
four*bedroom house and i live in a mansion
there’s a fun fact that i forgot to mention
you were only suicidal just so you can get attention, b*tch
don’t test me, b*tch
don’t test me

[skit]
“hey, okay, alright! so we just need to get you a little tipsy bro. that’s all you f*cking needed. okay, okay, but the thing is, the thing is… like, okay, good… good… you stopped the beat, okay. uhm, you’re a little bit too angry, bro. you got a lot of f*cking hate in your heart, bro. you gotta f*ckin… you gotta f*ckin let go of that sh*t, bro. like, you know you gotta talk about something that makes you feel good, you know? you gotta f*cking feel something, you know? you f*cking rap like you’re an angry ass robot. ain’t no one* like that’s good to an extent, but you gotta f*cking show you have feelings sometimes. bro, like make a feel good song. alright, here, i’ll give you the f*cking steps, okay? you just sing really f*cking bad. sing really f*cking bad, uh, because there’s no way in h*ll you’re singing good. i’m just going to be f*cking honest with you. you just gotta f*cking sing bad. that’s it.”

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