My headphones translucent to the news that
There are crews that get giddy at the ruse
That subtle never prospers
In the basement of block-rockas
Turning knobbers
Slobber playing masquerade for tears of age-old grenade
Made boom soundsystem when it played
Meet me at the corner of that satellite
Turn right at the business end of friend
Now screw it
Between cork and bottle
Full throttle under the influence
Of loose lips pursed in Coach section
We ran rings around the poseurs in pirouettes
Silhouettes fast tracks to indifference
Sentiments the tenements of guilty
Be the evidence
Life sentences divided by the drama of the comma
Lost the pause
Put a breath there (oooh-oooh)
Now applause for the scars
Drawn as superficial wounds
Between the palm of bitch-slap and the moon
All we wanna do is zoom-a-zoom-zoom
And a
All we wanna do is zoom-a-zoom-zoom
And a
Make room in the mix for tactics that blast past us
Masses get it at the last minute
I black-up black-up your eye
Stake claim on rim of time bright
Envelop my knee
Seal softly blacktop
Burn at sky
Scrape the height
Blossom cootie catcher
Choose adventure derision-mode
Smooches on the left side fly suit three-piece du jour a la mode
Smooches on the left side fly suit three-piece du jour a la mode.
Got the plaque up on the wall
Says I'm champion of it all
That I'm not unethical
No not at all
No not at all
Stay fresh
Dodge bullets
Walk through flames to dry off
While the rest stay wet
Never need to place my palms in a praying hand position
Never needed any fame
I'm fine with a living wage and a Wiki page
Done
Sometimes it's feeling like
I'm on the run from my feelings
And I wind up strung up without ever healing
Every lyric still revealing
Pieces of my beaten being
Feed em to the seas of fishes and freaking fiends
Secretly dreaming of being somebodies
They don't wanna be themselves, no
What a frightening concept
To look at yourself in the mirror
And realize this shit is nonsense
They don't wanna be themselves, no
What a frightening concept
To look at yourself in the mirror
And realize this shit is nonsense
1-2-3
Lemmings f*cking tumbling from their family trees
Wondering when the luck and money will appear out of nothing
Probably won't
Half of y'all will probably choke
On the balls of a corporate boss
By the time that you're sort of bald though
Can you feel the vibe running away
It's the game we play
We never know who's first until we break away
So go ahead and sound the warning
Your next move is gonna be a phone-in
You're not gonna diss the champion today
Got the plaque up on the wall
Says I'm champion of it all
That I'm not unethical
No not at all
No not at all
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Abiyah - Champion Plaque (feat. Ceschi) [OneWerd Remix] Lyrics
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My headphones translucent to the news that
There are crews that get giddy at the ruse
That subtle never prospers
In the basement of block-rockas
Turning knobbers
Slobber playing masquerade for tears of age-old grenade
Made boom soundsystem when it played
Meet me at the corner of that satellite
Turn right at the business end of friend
Now screw it
Between cork and bottle
Full throttle under the influence
Of loose lips pursed in Coach section
We ran rings around the poseurs in pirouettes
Silhouettes fast tracks to indifference
Sentiments the tenements of guilty
Be the evidence
Life sentences divided by the drama of the comma
Lost the pause
Put a breath there (oooh-oooh)
Now applause for the scars
Drawn as superficial wounds
Between the palm of bitch-slap and the moon
All we wanna do is zoom-a-zoom-zoom
And a
All we wanna do is zoom-a-zoom-zoom
And a
Make room in the mix for tactics that blast past us
Masses get it at the last minute
I black-up black-up your eye
Stake claim on rim of time bright
Envelop my knee
Seal softly blacktop
Burn at sky
Scrape the height
Blossom cootie catcher
Choose adventure derision-mode
Smooches on the left side fly suit three-piece du jour a la mode
Smooches on the left side fly suit three-piece du jour a la mode.
Got the plaque up on the wall
Says I'm champion of it all
That I'm not unethical
No not at all
No not at all
Stay fresh
Dodge bullets
Walk through flames to dry off
While the rest stay wet
Never need to place my palms in a praying hand position
Never needed any fame
I'm fine with a living wage and a Wiki page
Done
Sometimes it's feeling like
I'm on the run from my feelings
And I wind up strung up without ever healing
Every lyric still revealing
Pieces of my beaten being
Feed em to the seas of fishes and freaking fiends
Secretly dreaming of being somebodies
They don't wanna be themselves, no
What a frightening concept
To look at yourself in the mirror
And realize this shit is nonsense
They don't wanna be themselves, no
What a frightening concept
To look at yourself in the mirror
And realize this shit is nonsense
1-2-3
Lemmings f*cking tumbling from their family trees
Wondering when the luck and money will appear out of nothing
Probably won't
Half of y'all will probably choke
On the balls of a corporate boss
By the time that you're sort of bald though
Can you feel the vibe running away
It's the game we play
We never know who's first until we break away
So go ahead and sound the warning
Your next move is gonna be a phone-in
You're not gonna diss the champion today
Got the plaque up on the wall
Says I'm champion of it all
That I'm not unethical
No not at all
No not at all
There are crews that get giddy at the ruse
That subtle never prospers
In the basement of block-rockas
Turning knobbers
Slobber playing masquerade for tears of age-old grenade
Made boom soundsystem when it played
Meet me at the corner of that satellite
Turn right at the business end of friend
Now screw it
Between cork and bottle
Full throttle under the influence
Of loose lips pursed in Coach section
We ran rings around the poseurs in pirouettes
Silhouettes fast tracks to indifference
Sentiments the tenements of guilty
Be the evidence
Life sentences divided by the drama of the comma
Lost the pause
Put a breath there (oooh-oooh)
Now applause for the scars
Drawn as superficial wounds
Between the palm of bitch-slap and the moon
All we wanna do is zoom-a-zoom-zoom
And a
All we wanna do is zoom-a-zoom-zoom
And a
Make room in the mix for tactics that blast past us
Masses get it at the last minute
I black-up black-up your eye
Stake claim on rim of time bright
Envelop my knee
Seal softly blacktop
Burn at sky
Scrape the height
Blossom cootie catcher
Choose adventure derision-mode
Smooches on the left side fly suit three-piece du jour a la mode
Smooches on the left side fly suit three-piece du jour a la mode.
Got the plaque up on the wall
Says I'm champion of it all
That I'm not unethical
No not at all
No not at all
Stay fresh
Dodge bullets
Walk through flames to dry off
While the rest stay wet
Never need to place my palms in a praying hand position
Never needed any fame
I'm fine with a living wage and a Wiki page
Done
Sometimes it's feeling like
I'm on the run from my feelings
And I wind up strung up without ever healing
Every lyric still revealing
Pieces of my beaten being
Feed em to the seas of fishes and freaking fiends
Secretly dreaming of being somebodies
They don't wanna be themselves, no
What a frightening concept
To look at yourself in the mirror
And realize this shit is nonsense
They don't wanna be themselves, no
What a frightening concept
To look at yourself in the mirror
And realize this shit is nonsense
1-2-3
Lemmings f*cking tumbling from their family trees
Wondering when the luck and money will appear out of nothing
Probably won't
Half of y'all will probably choke
On the balls of a corporate boss
By the time that you're sort of bald though
Can you feel the vibe running away
It's the game we play
We never know who's first until we break away
So go ahead and sound the warning
Your next move is gonna be a phone-in
You're not gonna diss the champion today
Got the plaque up on the wall
Says I'm champion of it all
That I'm not unethical
No not at all
No not at all
Writer: Angela Rawers, Julio Ramos
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid