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jet propulsion laboratory - tzb lyrics

[produced by scotti p onthekeez]

[intro]
this is luxury in motion
the sound of acceleration touching infinity

[verse]
see, he wanna be seen
b*tch on his spotify fakin’ all of his streams
he should be disqualified
on that record ‘on’, i said he’d die in the summertime
may, he rest in peace
i’ve calculated many plots, i’m ready now
i’m tryna see myself very hot at the city*top
want it my way like fetty wap, f*ck a handicap
the petty boy want plenty guap
i set up shop, then i drop more heavy stuff just to carry ya
i’m so deep, you on helium, i ain’t hearing ya
nah, f*ck it, i ain’t feelin’ ya, you ain’t did enough
see defeat like a pedicure, so pathеtic, yeah
i got noise complaints, they had to call thе cops on me for sure
told them folks, “f*ck them hoes, man, i’ll willingly go”
n*ggas tell me cheer up, but love seeing me low
steady crackin’ all them jokes to make it seem like it’s love
but, calmly, i shrug, move on, never budge
never know when i’ll bust, like a pistol that’s tucked
when my piston erupts, pure smoke, no sludge
sh*t get sent from above when i’m high off them drugs
heart froze like slush, they see how cold it is
blew like a crip before blood hit that oxygen
who as dope as this, fatality’s a high risk
like fentanyl, the most potent of the opiates
i bleed it out deeper just to throw it away
i channel mike shinoda on the verses i lay
ain’t throw shots at ya dog, but ya stray caught a stray
the best lover to your bae, it ain’t up for debate
n*ggas rap about diamonds that they never owned
i know he ain’t too bright, and it’s startin’ to show
he gotta get his lies off, he ain’t bookin’ no shows
so whatever it takes for that p*ssy to cope
i see the downfall of folks who really wanted the smoke
the ones who crashed harder were the ones who were close
and no, i’m really not the one to provoke
b*tches wanna disrespect me thinkin’ sh*t is a joke
you could get lumped on your skull or a limb ‘ill get stole
it got real at the wake, yo, i thought you was woke
i swear none of y’all hoes even giving me hope
so i soak it all in while i’m bathing with soap
‘cause me dealin’ with you n*ggas is a slippery slope
how i know you a failure, ‘cause i seen it before
don’t give a f*ck ‘bout human nature, this machinery, boy
i’m living life after death, i don’t need a decoy
i put the woo on his family, i ain’t feelin’ remorse
and they refuse to understand me when i’m triple*lingual
i guess all this transparency is really a cloak
i guess all my real family is me and the dope
alcohol in my scope, so focused, of course
i sanitize all my rivals, when i k!ll ‘em wit’ frost
so poetic, these bars, so before i dissolve
i gotta go hard when performin’ my art
they see what i evoke when i sit in the dark
i peel out my whole scalp with these tangible thoughts
i’m more free than these hoes, so they hope i get caught
every verse picture perfect when i’m hittin’ record
and i know that i’m the best ‘cause they ain’t see me before
got no cross on my chest, they should see me as lord
f*ck n*ggas judge me and the hoes that i court
if only they could foresee hearings for their divorce
and my hand has been forced, second nature impulse
still the first one to tell you i ain’t givin’ a f*ck
before my d*ck would erupt, she had it up and it stuck
yeah, i’m feelin’ generous, but i ain’t showin’ no love
they get served what they deserve like hors d’oeuvre on a fork
i’m gettin’ off scot*free when i bang it like storch
all these n*ggas can’t compete when i’m bringin’ the torque
they get scorched on the road like paul in the porsche
uh, d*mn
i don’t have any bros, they all turn into foes
then try to play saint, so i gotta be cynical
my head on a swivel as i hold and spin a globe
she claim celibate, but i know she finna fold
her body is a temple, so she gave me the frontal lobe
and she got a man, must be a draft, it’s gettin’ cold
relationship goals went straight out the window
it’s f*ck the next b*tch, i’m on a roll like mentos
i hit my tempo, she hit your phone wit’ a sick note
she know how to handle white cells like lymph nodes
i skeet like a east side boy when she get low
i stomp you n*ggas out, even though it’s a tiptoe
you catch heartburn every moment i get cold
but my pep talk is like pepto bismol
my chain sayin’, “what’s up, doc?” when it glows
y’all big cap, elmer fudd the sh*t so
it’s a long shot for y’all to duck, you get smoked
there’s treachery afoot, no pantyhose or insoles
to get the best sound, tap ya boy like cymbals
[outro]
uh, yeah
swtd three
three, n*gga
uh

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