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Album: Trick (2016)

Drone Strike

[Drone operators:]
[Operator 1:] They're continuing to manoeuvre to the south-west. They're at the road junction now. One of them's carrying something Sir, that looks like a large weapon
[Operator 2:] You see that? It looks like a large weapon of some kind
[Operator 1:] That looks like a fully loaded Gibson SG
[Operator 2:] Okay we'll be coming inbound at 4-0. Five-Five-Five
[Operator 1:] Yeah, yeah, you got him. Trick, trick, trick
[Operator 2:] Wuhoo!

I remember way back, back in the day
When people used to roll up masquerades
Crazy Moschino with a pastel base, paid more to gambalino on an accolade
Look pale, set sail man, Livin' La Vida Loca
He's giving her a kiss and then he's giving her coka
You don't know much but he knows how it chokes her
I don't know much but I know he's a joker
In any other case pace matters
Bass at the back with a beat like hammer
Drinks at the bar no glitz and glamour
No hits, just bangers, these kids they're crackers
In any other case I'm flattered, you lookin' like shit but you turned up battered
Everything I hit well I miss with a clanger I'm a moonlight manor and a shoe tight scammer

Watch out for the drones, drones, drones, drones, drones (Drone strike, drone strike, drone strike)
I say watch out for the drones, drones, drones, drones, drones (Drone strike, drone strike, drone strike)
I say watch out for the drones, drones, drones, drones, drones (Drone strike, drone strike, drone strike)
I say watch out for the drones, drones, drones, drones, drones (Drone strike, drone strike, drone strike, yeah, yeah)

Been doing this a long time, feel like I'm old time
But I still smell fresh, Bitches' Brew
And I still laugh and you still gasp well I guess what I say is dumbfounding you
Done clowning you, done changing up, it's not my fault that you can't keep up
So I slowed down and I threw it up on the wall like a dub in the train yard shut
It still goes overhead like an old football in a barbed wire fence, but
I said what I said and I bled my heart from the start regrets are
Just hard to get, harder to lose in the news hot head
Smack in the mouth, pal down you went, you deserve every stitch in the face, I swear

Watch out for the drones, drones, drones, drones, drones (Drone strike, drone strike, drone strike)
I say watch out for the drones, drones, drones, drones, drones (Drone strike, drone strike, drone strike)
I say watch out for the drones, drones, drones, drones, drones (Drone strike, drone strike, drone strike)
I say watch out for the drones, drones, drones, drones, drones (Drone strike, drone strike, drone strike, yeah, yeah)

I don't know how to let you go
And I don't how to let you leave
Guess we're all out here alone
Like ghosts in the machine

Cause we're all drones
All drones
We're all drones
Cause we're all drones

I say watch out for the drones, drones, drones, drones, drones (Drone strike, drone strike, drone strike)
I say watch out for the drones, drones, drones, drones, drones (Drone strike, drone strike, drone strike)
I say watch out for the drones, drones, drones, drones, drones (Drone strike, drone strike, drone strike)
I say watch out for the drones, drones, drones, drones, drones (Drone strike, drone strike, drone strike, yeah, yeah)


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