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letra de total recall - armand hammer

[intro: e l u c i d]
if they push that b-tton (let it go)
if they push that b-tton (let it go)
if they push that b-tton
i know nothing, i sit out here, i recall (i recall)
i know nothing, i sit out here, i recall (i recall)
i know nothing, i sit out here, i recall
i see windows in the wall
words that can [?]

[verse 1: e l u c i d]
body-worn christ with thrice the charm, it’s electric
everybody want to be naked and famous
tricky said it, i’m like, ‘go ahead’
i was drowsy when the credits scroll
suck my t–th, sour gold
echoes and reflections
blessings, brave and bold
what i traded for
exit door at the club from nowhere
way out in nowhere
earth getting warmer, wе going the other
i can’t do much but eat my colors
said what i say and rеally mean it
we already in between what’s written
make it hard to read
running with scissors, who’s hanging by more thread?
freshman friday, def sn-tch and jansport tags
left hand path, rocking ink blot blue
all old news
i think i need more gold
i be at where i be
and when they push that b-tton
bet yo’ ass gotta go
[hook: e l u c i d]
when they push that b-tton
yo’ ass gotta go
when they push that b-tton
yo’ ass gotta go
when they push that b-tton
yo’ ass gotta go
when they push that b-tton
yo’ ass gotta go
when they push that b-tton
yo’ ass gotta go
when they push that b-tton
yo’ ass gotta go
when they push that b-tton
yo’ ass gotta go
when they

[verse 2: billy woods]
every time i bit my tongue, down the line, turns out i shoulda said something
chills down my spine how she had the head busting
18 wheels on the rhyme, amphetamines grind, i’ma keep trucking
my bedtime stories had the kids crying before they got tucked in, but f-ck it
the night dark and full of terrors
might f-ck around and say suge knight three times in the mirror
have the ghost of whack 100 appearing
hard on the eyes
i gotta speak my mind
hard truths like cheesecake is a pie
the kingpin actin fun
but the playboy rap, son, you not that guy (you look ridiculous)
if it’s cheesecake factory fridays with your co-parent, you don’t gotta lie
anyhows, i got a pot full of grease, spittin’ hot, so it’s no fish too small to fry (i got time)
it’s no strip too lit for me to get mines
no thighs too thick, nor hips too wide to wind pon i
nothing you can spit, sl!cker n breeze on clear blue skies
no father, my style wild b-st-rdized (the dirty version)
[outro: sample]
h-llo? hey, andy. yo. what’s nicole’s old number? which one? nicole king, boy
277-7426
and, uh, another question, she can, she can move whatever anybody bring her, huh?
hm?
alright. okay
huh?
i said she can move, like, on, on, on the court side, she can move whatever anybody bring her
probably, i don’t know, i don’t f-ck with her
you don’t f-ck with her no more, but when you was f-cking with her, she could move without anybody bring her?
yup
alright, so, things haven’t changed with the woman, alright
alright

- armand hammer

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