Artist Name: # A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Song Title: # A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z



Ab-soul - Christopher Droner Lyrics

[Hook]
Bunch of fuckin drones
Bunch of drones, cant think for your own
Bunch of fuckin drones
Bunch of drones, cant think for your own
Bunch of fuckin drones
Bunch of drones, cant think for your own
Bunch of fuckin drones
Bunch of drones, cant think for your own

[Bridge 1]
Cant think for your own
Cant think for your own
Cant think for your own
Cant think for your own

[Verse 1]
Out my window all I see is Babylon, grab your gun
You aint a knight tonight, you wont live to see the mornin sun
Yellow tape, pistols in your face, hold on, show no weakness
Money, murder, grab your burner, cabins burnin, where is free?
Soulo, yeah Im the one you heard about
Fucks gotten into Herbert now? Hes so foul hes got birds around
Had it my way like its Burger King
You dont want beef, put that burger down
Dont go against my coalition, you can kiss my Colin Powell
Guess its in my heritage, I double-cross snakes and go ape shit
Psychedelic, she left on her heels and Im chewin pills, I cant taste shit
My dick look like a spaceship, Stairway to Heaven on my playlist
On 9/11 I called 9-1-1 and the voice recording said this

[Hook]

[Bridge 2]
About face, about face, about face, about face
About face, about face, about face
Cant think for your own

[Verse 2]
This aint no manifesto, you niggas know me
My niggas manifest Os of the Oakley
High tech sippin high tech like Detroit Red used to coach me
AB, see he, D-E, F though (most G)
No pen though, I just pulled this shit out the wind, bro
Aint got shit to lose, but a win bro, its a win, bro, this shits simple
Gettin dough like Papa John, your momma all on Papa John
Aint got no chain, I aint no slave
Aint got no watch, I aint got the time
The SWAT team got robots and Im thinkin bout coppin mine
Literally, fuck a pair of shoes, Im cockin nines, dare you to shoot
Headline, Ab-Soul facin fed time
Rewind, it wasnt bout that, no rat but Im droppin dimes
Iceberg Slim with the furs on, I knows war, thats real talk
All my life, I knew I was ill, Rock had me on the billboard
In God I trust, I aint no fool, no
But on the real, I just hope my credit card does too, Soul

[Hook]

[Bridge 2]

[Outro]
I bought some Alexander Wang, after I heard New Slaves
Went and bought some Alexander Wang, after I heard New Slaves
Yall niggas cant fuck with Soul, yall niggas cant fuck with Soul
Yall niggas cant fuck with Soul, yall niggas cant fuck with Soul



Ab-soul lyrics