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Chakra Control Lyrics - Artist : DBangz
[Intro:]
[?] my nigga What are you talkin' about? If you wanna click some buttons my nigga, go ahead We pushin' buttons over here, you know what I'm saying This madness, we goin' crazy. (yeah, I hear you) We goin' crazy, we throwin' keyboards, nigga We throwin' keyboards left and right We don't even know what's going on, the keyboards goin' crazy Get the teleprompters here quick! (We need 'em) [JNorm:] Don't tense up, when the wall hit the fence Y'all pressed up, I ain't messed up Life ain't 'bout the cause, but I think I want a Tesla Mind over matter, with the money on the dresser Round of applause, for the niggas that be stacking they cars On boulevards, gravity, dragging them jaws into a pause If you know that it's a bitch, then you know that it's a law You could fumble, you could fall It's never your fault, but the failure just a part From the part to the start, the rile rocky life is hard Shuffle and I get the thot, bubble drawn Bubble, tumble, fubble, bubble, interrupt when I was gone Brushin' off for air, be like losin' a pawn I like the pawned, uh, what kinda moods we be on Light, speed, and beyond [Dbangz:] Look, it's the same few niggas I'm casually splittin' cash with Passionless, indefinite, causes that make me passive [?] your homies are actually sparkin' stash with Told me the world is crazy, it's easy to get your back slit Better watch your 6, especially when it's past 6 The musty flamin' faggots is savage, hard as a ass grip Takin' all the loot the Camri, my family stack clips My trigger finger happy, let's grab it and see who's fastest Now who's the greatest rapper on the plateau? The new school cat, to the boom bap, Mr. Rap Slows Tell the hatin' ass nigga to make his ass to know That Dbangz sign bitches asses after his rap shows So tell all the faggots to pay attention And Dbangz is cooler than parties bitches attendin' I'm never in a drought, I just fall back on my pension Couple homies locked inside, why do I feel like I'm fenced it? [SNoT:] Why do I feel like I'm fenced it? I'm trapped up in the addiction I can't acknowledge the friction I came to polish my mentions I might demolish your mission My trigger finger is itchin' I'm shootin' straight through your tension I'm the one who rhymes is overbearing I blasted the competition without missin' just for staring Y'all be swearin' up and down that I'm the fancy clown Who dipped around the lonely town and now that nigga can't be found Look, my one regret is I ain't make enough threats I had to come make all these checks so I could spend it on sweats 'Cause you never know the need to dash or run Often I pick up the pen and pad and I spaz for fun Often I look at my mom and dad and think of what I've before "Oh boy, you've came a long way but you still look like a bum" I said, "The boy been bad, I used to beat on the drums" And now a nigga takin' over with the three weird scums |
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