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bobby la'supreme - blade runner (ft. sd.frances) lyrics

here is the human
here is the human
here is the perfect human

this that blade runner flow
the type that keep the droids on the low
hunting with the glow of a saber
keep the sh-t lit like jewish man praying for his savior
the flame is down to the wax
blacks in the streets getting framed like college plague
she all loose with the words got a paperback
having a bounty on ya head is go pay me back

hologram hoe as a wifey
orange skin her cup size is hi-c
don’t got ingredients to see how i’m made
since i’m f-cking the bride
you f-ck the bridesmaids
look at yourself always c-min in second
stick it to the man like a rich club president
don’t be hesitant, ya mind is a spectrum
you might f-ck p-ssy but spend time watching r-ct-ms

you claim that you a bad b-tch, sit down
the type you are is the one that gets put down

talking behind my back to my closest friends
sh-t, they gone show me all the cards in ya hand
mr.brown already ratted your game
you left that n-gga on read when he mentioned my name
that makes me laugh, you really trying to start sh-t
claiming you the warden but you nothing but a convict
baby girl just wait till my album drop
i got you on a recording that’ll make ya heart stop
no name drops, you don’t even deserve it
i’m still showing love but war is what i prefer, sh-t
not saying that i’m perfect

here is the perfect human

you got her in ya ear
don’t trust a word that she says is that clear
scarlett i hear ya voice i’m aware
manipulating my love that ain’t fair
i got a bad mind but i got good ways
democratic government who administer aids
laid back like a hoe who’s trying to laid
i am trying get saved
she is staying a slave
the younger the age
the bigger the phase
the badder the haze
what you gone when i’m made
and wake outta this place
i am outta the dream
the dirt i walked on, ain’t quite what it seems
the mean is a fiend and quite stupid
the fact i’m not walking lucid
runaway, runaway
i’d rather feel the rain then burn my wings on a sunny day
and sunny say he couldn’t see the sting of the bee
when it floated like a b-tterfly and swept him off his feet
photo finish
photo finish, we winners
if we ain’t doing wrong, then we badder than sinners

he made us in his own image
he made us in his own image
he made us in his own image
he made us in his own image

- bobby lasupreme lyrics

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