Letras:
Blind Pilot Get It Out

diamonds in my ring I could get you, I could get you, get you anything Cha-ching, money ain't a thing Gucci, Gucci, I can be the co-pilot, you could

from school Lu (Dumb it down) They're starting to think that smart is cool Lu (Dumb it down) They're tryna get up out the hood Lu (Dumb it down) I don

Imperial, righteous respects 'Cause we ain't done yet Lock it down And overthrow all the pilots And get out of town Can you see them smiling Blisters

No batteries Catapult Jump motherfuckers No cables Curators cater to killers of innovators I'm a staple. No batteries no jumper cables Don't get cooked by the pilot

face and shirt that reads: I didn't do it! Is it on, is it beyond basic Does it ice grill you or is every song faceless? Does it have a title? If didn

'all) Now I said it once and I'll say it a thousand times I got thousands of rhymes, the rechargeable alkaline kind You wanna a piece of mind? Fine, we can take it

the truth of our disappearance - If even that still shows it accuses and blames me, but nothing was quite what it seemed. Sometimes things work out so strangely that it

there's trouble ahead Get me back down I lost my way and I want to be grounded Get me back down I lost my way coming out of the storm Get me back down

leg. Uncle Phil Can't live without his pills He has emphysema and He's almost blind And we must find out Where the money is Get it now Before he loses