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martin malota - oh lorde (royals remix) lyrics

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[verse 1]
i didn’t reside by the hollywood sign
no scripts provided, we never rehe-rs-d sides
just ad-libbing and improvised living
i’m giving you first accounts over synthesized rhythms

lived in the valley in the shadow of death
holding our breath, just hoping it ain’t the last one left
we made due and paid dues. we paid dudes dues
that’s due for the do that we used too

dark provided the stark, so i ignited the spark
fire would start…i’d depart from canoga park
that inspired the art, the desire and heart
mired by the higher that i got, it’d require a drop

it soon would stop and as soon as the balloon popped
i found myself praying to the saints in the boondocks
on the block with a new bop on some doo wop
reciting every line of 2pac’s, holding a shoe box

i still see no changes, besides being almost famous
but the way that the game is…
they’d rather hear me come out with some fake sh-t
and i’m the one, but i am not the one to be played with

[hook]
but every song’s like gold t–th, grey goose, trippin’ in the bathroom
blood stains, ball gowns, trashin’ the hotel room
we don’t care, we’re driving cadillacs in our dreams
but everybody’s like cristal, maybach, diamonds on your timepiece
jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash
we don’t care, we aren’t caught up in your love affair

[verse 2]
facts tell the story but the fiction got you listening
the pistol pop and riches got you wish it was your history
and this is not a mystery. you ain’t a sherlock, holmes
y’all b-tches isn’t sh-t to me, i’ve heard y’all songs

and at the same and running concurrent, they reached a verdict
that i murdered the track with my rap, collect insurance
i’m pleading not guilty and i’m reppin’ myself
the devil’s advocate of rap, resurrected from h-ll

and there’s a lot of things i’ve kept to myself
this is confessions of fire, i’m wired differently my presence is felt
before i emerge murder a verse and bury the whole earth
within itself, i guess i have a story to tell

k!ll every track that i’m on and you can tell by the smell
it’s rigor mortis. other lps are left on the shelf
it’s winter warz b-tch. and i ain’t none to f-ck with, myself
though this is verbal intercourse and yo it ain’t hard to tell

the rest of y’all come after me. the whole hood in back of me
loosen up the screws, push you fools off the balcony
and i don’t have to read, shoot, look at the casualties
a picture’s worth a thousand words open a magazine

[hook]
but every song’s like gold t–th, grey goose, trippin’ in the bathroom
blood stains, ball gowns, trashin’ the hotel room
we don’t care, we’re driving cadillacs in our dreams
but everybody’s like cristal, maybach, diamonds on your timepiece
jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash
we don’t care, we aren’t caught up in your love affair

[verse 3]
i’m on a different stream of consciousness
sending your whole team to wack rappers anonymous
autonomous anomaly, m bodied it
get that miyagi-do, kick flows, i’m karate kid

there’s many an errant branch in your banzai
i always stay ahead of the game, call me off-sides
the skywalker, if i come to the darkside
the empire strikes last and everyone all dies

b-tch i’m albanian, we all got mob ties
we’re all named marko. we could all go outside
or we could do this like some gentlemen and represent
unless you got some friends with weapons, it’s best that you just end it then

and if you do, you’d better send them in
we’re all freedom fighters, sh-t, we practically invented it
double headed eagle, all red everything
including everyone one of y’all, we all dead everything

[outro – tennis courts remix]
ku je shqipe? i can’t call it. today’s another weak day
another day in the life and the week’s been a replay
the streets seem to speak all that “he say” and “she say”
and the weak need to sleep. i’m laying underneath the freeway

awake in my lions den, the violence is music to my ears
bl–dy violins. i’m used to all the tears
the fear’s all replaced by the clear state of mind i’m in
i did some soul searching, couldn’t find mine inside of it…

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