Adagio For TRON Ringtones

She playin' my disc like it's Tron I get that suit, put it on I hop on the bike, I ride to the light I play with my life like a game Don't know what I'm on Gotta quit breakin' the law Gotta quit doin' what they tellin' me This shit so heavenly I gotta carry the legacy on like I'm Tron Tryna find my element All eyes on me when I walk in the room I feel like an elephant Don't talk to me if that shit is not relevant That girl she heaven sent but I know she evil, Maleficent I'm special and I think it's evident I think I'm a different specimen Cause I do that shit that I wasn't supposed to I put that boy on a T-shirt, he on a poster I hop in the roadster, life a roller coaster Do this by my lone, I roll solo dolo Cause this shit a game and my brain the controller So if it's my life on the line and I got the dice You know I'ma roll it I'm stuck in this game but I cannot decode it Back from the dead and they ain't even know it Mask on my face, I can't show it My pockets swollen, in that all white suit In that all white coupe, you know that shit glowin' I'm sad as fuck and I miss that shit but I cannot show it My heart it's broken, yeah, she made it break I wipe the tears off my face I go off the grid, leave no trace Just grab my hand girl, let's run away We don't have to stay, we can go far If we get lost, meet you in the stars I know it's hard, I still got scars on my heart And I still might shed a tear when I think about you in the dark She playin' my disc like it's Tron I get that suit, put it on I hop on the bike, I ride to the light I play with my life like a game Don't know what I'm on Gotta quit breakin' the law Gotta quit doin' what they tellin' me This shit so heavenly I gotta carry the legacy on like I'm Tron I'm off the grid, goin' ballistic I'm goin' insane We not the same, you way too simplistic Watch from a distance whenever I lift off Treat me like an alien, home planet krypton Red, what I sip on If I want you gone you get kicked off, don't confuse it Talkin' that shit, they just talk on computers Everyone programs but I am the user I get to that bag, that cash only if it's blue And whenever I walk in that ho I walk in that bitch like I'm Clu I walk in that bitch like I'm Clu Ooh, ooh

Away, away from this system, there is Another country place we could go Away, away from this system, there is Another country place we could go Away, away from this system, there is A flower shop by which I mean to say Away, away from this system, there is Another country place we could go Away, away, away, away, away, away, away If somethin' won't heal, our children can't help you out If somethin' won't heal, our children can't help you out If somethin' won't heal, a compass can't help you out If somethin' won't heal, our children can't help you out Away, away from this system, there is A flower shop by which I mean to say Away, away from this system, there is Another country place we could go Away, away, away, away, away, away, away, away, away, away, away, away, away, away, away Away, away, away, away, away, away, away, away, away, away Waste is a waste Waste is a waste Waste is a, waste is a, waste is a waste Waste is a waste Waste is a waste Waste is a, waste is a, waste is a waste Waste is a waste Waste is a waste Waste is a, waste is a, waste is a waste If somethin' won't heal, our children can't help us out If somethin' won't heal, our children can't help us out If somethin' won't heal, a compass can't help you out This love is foreign, why don't we quiet down?

The nights i slept Over at your house You'd to anything for me Watch over me Protect me Watch me sleep We'd sit in bed and read and read and read And spill tea on the sheets Sometimes we'd read and run all night When i was five and you were alive All around the house And smoke and get behind I dream I'm walking to where you lie Your hair Gone grey Silver And raised off your face The shades remain unchanged I slowly went to the room and walked to the bed To check your pulse If you were still alive And i'd spend the night I knew you'd never leave me Never leave me behind The smoke and the static and the light that came thru the shades was the same The shadow and the static and the light that came thru the shades was the same X2 more (variations on shadow/smoke/static/light) The smoke and the static and the light that came thru shades was the same The smoke and the static and the lights and the shadows that came thru Shades was the same (w/tara) Was the same as your skin Your mouth was open wide But there was nothing left inside The tv static rolled Grey gone cold and alone

Gra o tron, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Gra o tron Co druga suka chciałaby mi podciąć gardło Są kurwy tak przebiegli, mnie jakoś nie martwią Wbijam z moją armią, jointy płoną tak dla smaku Z tego zrobię hita, masz to jak w żelaznym banku Jestem nocnym królem, mieszkam w bloku, a nie w zamku Wracam nad ranem AMG, ty czekasz na przystanku Ambient zmieniam se pod kolor dresów lub zegarków Mój człowiek za murami, których nie pokona parkour Jadę do stolicy, moi fani są dzicy W jacuzzi po koncercie sprawdzam beaty, liczę kwity O prawdziwości tej połowy sceny, tylko mity Machaj flagą, zaliczam cipki do zdobyczy To gra o tron, jaram sobie towar wśród trójokich wron W lewej ręce płonie blunt, w prawej moja broń Stań do walki z nami lub znajdź sobie schron Gra o tron, gra o tron, atakują wciąż mój telefon Ona wskakuję na mnie jak na koń W tle bitewne hymny, leci Białas, mordo Weź jaraj to z nami lub znajdź sobie schron, mordo Jeśli życie cię męczy, ciągle ponosisz klęski (hej) Może przestań być wredną kurwą jak Cersei (hej, hej) Gdy robię ucztę z familią, to styl królewski (hej, hej) Ty dla mnie jesteś jak Tyrion, nie sięgasz pięt mi (hej, hej) Podryw jak Podrick same podchodzą panienki (same) Żabson Baratheon, bo wokół same sarenki (same) Ta co jest moją kochanką, to dla ciebie lady (ha ha) Nie masz do kobietek ręki, więc mówię ci Jamie Ja mam mordo styl playboy'a, nie próbuj zrobić mnie w balona Nie mam nic z Greyjoya (what?), zbieram se magiczne zioła Weż lepiej skręć joya (co?), torba Goyard (co?) Bluza od Versace, która wygląda jak zbroja (flex) Ja zawsze do końca walczę tak jak Sir Jorah No i ogarnąłem w walce więcej od Bronna (ej) Nawet nie nagrałeś zwroty, chciałbyś jak ziomal (ej) Wciąż pierdolisz te głupoty, jakbyś spadł z konia (ej) To gra o tron, jaram sobie towar wśród trójokich wron W lewej ręce płonie blunt, w prawej moja broń Stań do walki z nami lub znajdź sobie schron Gra o tron, gra o tron, atakują wciąż mój telefon Ona wskakuję na mnie jak na koń W tle bitewne hymny, leci Białas, mordo Weź jaraj to z nami lub znajdź sobie schron, mordo (mordo, mordo)

Ayy, Kosher, you know how to play tennis? I don't know how to play, but we can go back to back Alright, this time ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia Water, they let the dreidel in They let me fly to Cali, Tron, where you at? Shit, I'm pullin' up to the court right now Long live $cams Water, ayy They say I'm the GOAT, new drip, where's the lamb sauce? Flyer than a birdie, Desert Eagle in my Trackhawk I ain't Irish, but my money doublin', grab a shamrock I ain't trickin' with you bitches, pockets came with padlocks They thought that I was fantasizing, showed 'em that I can pop Grew my hair down to my shoulders, fan thought I was Matt Ox Jump a fence and get my lick back like this The Sandlot Tell them boys to quit the lying, living life on caps lock Florida to the Mitten, SBDSM X BLP You a burger with some ham minus cheese, you a BLT Tables, ladders, chairs, it get extreme, we creep like TLC You gon' catch some legal bullets, boy, I got a CLP Oops, I mean CPL, my driver got a CDL Why this bitch be preachin' like she real, but got a BBL? If I ever fell off, it was on a trampoline How I walk out with it on, you would've thought it's fashion week Off Runtz, defying gravity, the Wraith look like a galaxy My shooter throw his hoodie on and score, Carmelo Anthony Was in school, I had that bag on me with more pape' than the faculty Boy, you grown without a strategy, that's really just a tragedy Rolled a seven in the Jungo leaf, that's max capacity They left me in the jungle in the rain, ain't have a canopy Jugg Messiah, I'm your majesty or that shit blasphemy And free the legend 80s, I can't lie, look up "Veracity" Dreidel Gang and the ShittyBoyz, I call it "Mazel Tron" Feeling like Kareem, I'm throwing hooks with Carti' goggles on I let this chopper chow down, the same diet as Donkey Kong Rap the golden ticket, I ain't see a Willy Wonka bar They say I'm the GOAT, new drip, where's the lamb sauce? Flyer than a birdie, Desert Eagle in my Trackhawk I ain't Irish, but my money doublin', grab a shamrock I ain't trickin' with you bitches, pockets came with padlocks They thought that I was fantasizing, showed 'em that I can pop Grew my hair down to my shoulders, fan thought I was Matt Ox Jump a fence and get my lick back like this The Sandlot Tell them boys to quit the lying, living life on caps lock Lunch lady leftovers, he shittin' on his haters Flip an opp, no Yoshi Tanenbaum, Glock came with a laser Two-two then I Tommy Wright the third, tell 'em, "Meet your maker" Pulling capers, I was at La Quinta, I just left The Breakers They thought I was a con, made it out the sewer, I'm a connoisseur Me and BabyTron just hit the city, feel like Zeke and Luther Touch down with the Dog Shit Militia, smoking cow manure Opp kebab, I introduce the stick and put them on a skewer Mentioning my damn dogs, they won't make it far Find 'em all and fuck 'em over like a bad A&R Make 'em jump, Van Halen, we could rock out, no guitar Let that iron duel like the Renaissance, who tryna spar? I'm getting rich, them boys non-rich Opp 'gar, that's a lick, taste like naan bread This thirty clip common denominator, solvable They want beef, but that's beyond me, this shit impossible, water, ayy This jit be totin' sticks and drums, but he don't do percussion Fuck a doppelganger, I'm the one who really do the stunting Kill a clown, I put it in the yoke, come grab an Egg McMuffin I can turn the car into a UFO just pressing buttons They say I'm the GOAT, new drip, where's the lamb sauce? Flyer than a birdie, Desert Eagle in my Trackhawk I ain't Irish, but my money doublin', grab a shamrock I ain't trickin' with you bitches, pockets came with padlocks They thought that I was fantasizing, showed 'em that I can pop Grew my hair down to my shoulders, fan thought I was Matt Ox Jump a fence and get my lick back like this The Sandlot Tell them boys to quit the lying, living life on caps lock That bitch felt like Wimbledon, fuck around and broke a lil' sweat Man, what? I'm finna go break the money counter Don't break your legs slipping behind this drip

Satan's getting jealous of the wolves The demons say they preferring us Books on not giving a fuck, is what they referring us Wolves I know you heard of us, we're murderous And young enough to get the fucking priest to come and flirt with us You niggas rap about fucking bitches and getting head Instead I rap about fucking bitches and getting heads While you niggas stacking bread, I can stack a couple dead Bodies, making red look less of a color more of a hobby I'm not a rapper nor a rapist nor a racist I fuck bitches with no permission and tend to hate shit And brag about the actions in a rhyming pattern matter Then proceed to sat her down when I go splatter in her chatterbox Atta boy, Odd Future you're not in our category Torture with the super soaker at the asian liquor store This the type of shit that make a Chris Brown want to kick a whore That make songs about the wet blockers when it rains and pours (Umbrella) I hate this, screaming fuck patience Got a nigga shaking like the calmest fucking Haitian After chronic masturbation, asking where Mary-Kate went I want to be the reasons why all lesbians hate dick I make this damn Bullwinkle the red moose Game of duck-duck-duck tape with a dead goose She running around this motherfucking dungeon, her legs loose Until I accidentally get the saw to her head, oops Victim, victim, honey you're my fifth one Honey on that topping when I stuff you in my system Rape a pregnant bitch and tell my friends I had a threesome You got a fucking death wish, I'm a genie it'll get done