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apathy & celph titled - blue sky on mars lyrics

[chorus]
just youuu….
just meee…

[verse 1 + apathy]
i am the leviathan
violence playing over violence
vials in the lab full of vile things
fire brings smoke clouds
dead kings and broke crowns
you on the highway to h+ll and you broke down
your brakes cut, when will these motherf+ckers wake up?
crying over b+tches like a real bad break+up
you probably turn drake up, and turn wu off
i don’t f+ck with new music because it sounds too soft
even underground rappers sing emotional sh+t now
looking all confused like i’m supposed to just sit down
i’ma burn you motherf+ckers to ash
completely disintegrate you like a sp+ce+ship’s crash
i’ma take this stash, and i’ma make this cash
invest in the stock market, i’ma make this last
i’ma (?) in the atmosphere to make this splash
get on your knees, close your eyes, i’ma make this fast
shots echoing, people running for cover
my engine revving, and i’m ’bout to start burning rubber
so burn another, turn another song on
sample’s old+school, it could turn your mother’s mom on
metal heads fighting to the front to get they mosh on
while i’m sitting back, counting stacks like mahjong
make money money take money, yeah rock on
i’m a speeding rocket hitting targets that i lock on

[chorus]

[verse 2]
there’s a new guy in charge with a few rhymes and bars
who flew by the stars and put a blue sky on mars
i’m (???) in cars, get a few dimes and broads
d+ck so big, my drawers is two sizes large
y’all won’t walk the streets without your bodyguards
wanna be (?) with huge karate spars(?)
f+ck a fair one, you’ll get shot with a flare gun
my verse to the snare drum will make grizzly bears run
b+tches go get your hair done, i’m roasting them bare buns
fat f+ck, i’m jumping in your bed like i’m air pun
hoes love the dad+bod, c+ck is enormous
clocking these gorgeous wh0res while i rock a performance
wanna cop some recordings? just drop your coordinates
i’ll put the headphones on, and lock in the quarter+inch
the microphone master, put the track in submission
trapping addiction in the wax when i’m picking the raps written
the night king tour, soon as i left cali’
i left a foot of snow that stretched to death valley
let the h+rns blow, i’ma aim at the torso
and drop a sixteen that’s as mean as a cain corso

[chorus]

- apathy celph titled lyrics

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