Lyrics to Drill Music In Zion
Yeah
The August symphonic, power of ablonic
To heal still, medical bill trill harmonics
Silver sonets from the Bonyuesian bonets
I leave a whole sleeve down in Condolese's comments
Cop a reebonix, competent and gannet
Godzilla's economics rock gondolas 'til you vomit
Bigger than the tongue and write signatures with a tonics
Great Wall of China climber and Bonny will call respondant
Opera onyx, popular's for convicts
Stay below the doppler, turn robotics into sonics
Positioned jostlers, monitor hegemonics
Robots make the robots that's out of the electronics
Nastradamus couldn't bothеr to keep a promise
Logic's on the rocket, what profit dеfeats a conscience?
Somebody's daughter is contemplatin' the convent
But a man with a dollar is slobbering for her honchos
Mouth is just waterin' for some nonsense
And this might be the moment her modelling probably launches
Gobbling collard greens through the rumpus
Washin' gasoline, watch hollerin', replace a congress
Golden gossipin' auditing through my content
Runnin' out of water, just wonderin' where the pond went
World's hottest summer, we're wonderin' if they pond it
Desperate for the credits to come tumblin' through the conflict, yeah
These episodes of the soul
Make me go past emote control
Can we make a ho' fold?
All the drill music in Zion
These episodes of the soul
Make me go past emote control
Can we make a ho' fold?
All the drill music in Zion
Now there are those that resoluted to wreck
Got caught, fought, lost, electrocuted to death
Came a little late for the rescue and the flesh
DNA exonerates posthumously whatever's left
No resurrection but reputation's correct
The revelation brings decorated regrets
All do respect, it's not really about fair
Let them sigh 'cause the real killer's still out there
Probably callin' up police
Complainin' 'bout his neighbours or just walkin' on the beach
Why should he have such views of the ocean?
And not be hangin' from the gallows with his neck neatly broken?
I let it soak in, then I put the soap in
Then I put the boats in, then I play with both them
The hot tub's now lookin' like a yacht club
Makin' sure I get all of the shoes like a bot does, neighborous piss
Tells the cops if he wants to bathe like him a sailor
Live on the container ship
I party all night and the bangin' is intense
'Cause I know exactly what you did
And you gon' pay for it, you bitch
These episodes of the soul
Make me go past emote control
Can we make a ho' fold?
All the drill music in Zion
These episodes of the soul
Make me go past emote control
Can we make a ho' fold?
All the drill music in Zion
We'll end this shortly, story moral is the same
You either fly into the portal or put the portal over the plane
Corellin' mortals is nothing short of insane
Let's try and turn this quarter water to a quarter bottles in Janes, haha
These episodes of the soul
Make me go past emote control
Can we make a ho' fold?
All the drill music in Zion
These episodes of the soul
Make me go past emote control
Can we make a ho' fold?
All the drill music in Zion
The August symphonic, power of ablonic
To heal still, medical bill trill harmonics
Silver sonets from the Bonyuesian bonets
I leave a whole sleeve down in Condolese's comments
Cop a reebonix, competent and gannet
Godzilla's economics rock gondolas 'til you vomit
Bigger than the tongue and write signatures with a tonics
Great Wall of China climber and Bonny will call respondant
Opera onyx, popular's for convicts
Stay below the doppler, turn robotics into sonics
Positioned jostlers, monitor hegemonics
Robots make the robots that's out of the electronics
Nastradamus couldn't bothеr to keep a promise
Logic's on the rocket, what profit dеfeats a conscience?
Somebody's daughter is contemplatin' the convent
But a man with a dollar is slobbering for her honchos
Mouth is just waterin' for some nonsense
And this might be the moment her modelling probably launches
Gobbling collard greens through the rumpus
Washin' gasoline, watch hollerin', replace a congress
Golden gossipin' auditing through my content
Runnin' out of water, just wonderin' where the pond went
World's hottest summer, we're wonderin' if they pond it
Desperate for the credits to come tumblin' through the conflict, yeah
These episodes of the soul
Make me go past emote control
Can we make a ho' fold?
All the drill music in Zion
These episodes of the soul
Make me go past emote control
Can we make a ho' fold?
All the drill music in Zion
Now there are those that resoluted to wreck
Got caught, fought, lost, electrocuted to death
Came a little late for the rescue and the flesh
DNA exonerates posthumously whatever's left
No resurrection but reputation's correct
The revelation brings decorated regrets
All do respect, it's not really about fair
Let them sigh 'cause the real killer's still out there
Probably callin' up police
Complainin' 'bout his neighbours or just walkin' on the beach
Why should he have such views of the ocean?
And not be hangin' from the gallows with his neck neatly broken?
I let it soak in, then I put the soap in
Then I put the boats in, then I play with both them
The hot tub's now lookin' like a yacht club
Makin' sure I get all of the shoes like a bot does, neighborous piss
Tells the cops if he wants to bathe like him a sailor
Live on the container ship
I party all night and the bangin' is intense
'Cause I know exactly what you did
And you gon' pay for it, you bitch
These episodes of the soul
Make me go past emote control
Can we make a ho' fold?
All the drill music in Zion
These episodes of the soul
Make me go past emote control
Can we make a ho' fold?
All the drill music in Zion
We'll end this shortly, story moral is the same
You either fly into the portal or put the portal over the plane
Corellin' mortals is nothing short of insane
Let's try and turn this quarter water to a quarter bottles in Janes, haha
These episodes of the soul
Make me go past emote control
Can we make a ho' fold?
All the drill music in Zion
These episodes of the soul
Make me go past emote control
Can we make a ho' fold?
All the drill music in Zion
