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everett gibbons - nokia lyrics

[intro]
i’m off that sh-t

[verse 1]
i’d rather not go back in time to these flip phones
but your old man blew out his hip bone
and your credit card got no chip on it
no receipts to put a tip on it
don’t count beans, just keep it on this
i’m on in business, i’m an earnest artist
need a billion dollars like i’m ill regardless
and i’m still six five like them rag tops in garages
losin’ weight from all of this milage
got no service out on this island
like i’m low key ah
hallucinate, see mirages
blase blah to all your confinements
blase blah to all your confinements

[chorus]
like i’m low-key, low-key, low-key ,low-key
hit me on my nokia
these spottieottiewottie’s smokin’ bogies on the road wit’ ya
like i’m low-key, low-key
low-key on my nokia
these spottieottiewottie’s smokin’ bogies on the road wit’ ya

[verse 2]
i got landlords and their landlines with their androids and their iphones
and they make more noise than them ringtones
but they got no bars, they’re dead zoning
and like ray-za ramone when my razor’s roamin’
yeah, my motorola might need a moment
and i’ll be the next to tell you, uh
don’t touch my screen it’s golden yeah
i’m technologically advanced now
technically i don’t dance, but i got a tech in my hand
blacker the berry, the broader the bands
using your data, abusing your plan
bluetooth while you shoot for the ‘gram
bloop bloop like i text you again
pay as you go, servin’ your bills in advance

[verse 3]
i’m on airplane mode, i been tryin’ to get away
i don’t know how, but i gotta way
i don’t know why, they wanna hate, but
they gon’ have to speak up now, can’t hear what they say
get it on the nokia, or get it for the low fee ah
ambrosia for heads for the both of ya
walkin’ this b-tch like pneumonia
ask where i been to get ahold of ya
try ig that snapchat y’all leavin’ shot my messenger
that gmail like retail
no money, na i can’t mess wit’ya
i got the blood, get it from gubb
sh-t that be chargin’ your battery up
’cause i got the buzz, phone just do what it does
that retro sh-t like i blew off some dust
new age, better watch me adjust ooh
new wave, with the bootleg two ways
out played with the feds on sus
no text, i can’t say much like nah

[outro]
i’m off your radar
i’m off your radar
i’m off your radar
ya ya ya

i’m off your radar
i’m off your radar
i’m off your radar
ya ya ya

- everett gibbons lyrics

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