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nothing to declare - 700 bliss lyrics

[intro: moor mother]
yo (blow, blow, smoke, smoke, atmosphere, here)
yo, hey, hey, hey, yo, yo
yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, hey, ooh

[verse 1: moor mother]
let me tell you somethin’ in your ear
all the haters*xuals wanna be queer
shoot you if you’re burning my ears
(what you even f*ckin’ doin’ here?)
what you even doing over here?
what you even doing over here?
don’t believe in time, but this is my year (me, me, mе, me, me, me)
blow a littlе smoke in the atmosphere
[chorus: moor mother]
set it like [?], bring the record back
set it like a center for the quarterback
so much ass, had to bring it back
seven hundred b*tches [?]

[verse 2: moor mother]
spit this sh*t better than shakespeare (who the f*** is that?)
you just try to black, well, you can’t get here
i’m blue, black, lost in the atmosphere
call me shamir lightyear (that’s me)
b*tch, i’m here, well premiere (ta*da)
(ta*da, ta*da!)
tired of the smoke up here
all up in your biosphere (yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, cheese)
(all up in your sp*ce, b*tch)
i don’t believe in time, but it’s our year
blow a little smoke in the atmosphere

[chorus: moor mother]
set it like [?], bring the record back
set it like a center for the quarterback
so much ass, had to bring it back
seven hundred b*tches [?]

[verse 3: dj haram]
hey (yo, yo, what you got on my cheesesteak, motherf*cker?)
otherworldly, it look fake (like)
sinbad fightin’ snakes, they’re still new to the heartache
big fish in the icy lake
i just thought i’d call you
cry until the lie’s true, you always ’bout your crisis
how you a narcissist but righteous?
i’ve never been a victim (i’m good)
f*ckin’ [?] benediction
blow a little smoke in the atmosphere
blow a little smoke in the atmosphere
[bridge: dj haram]
[?]
i’m a pisces
[?]
talk nicely
that’s wifey
she priceless
choose wisely
everybody hot sh*t

[chorus: moor mother]
set it like a center for the quarterback
set it like [?], bring the record back
so much ass, had to bring it back
seven hundred b*tches [?]

[outro: moor mother]
rolling up, nothing left to fear, ‘ear

- 700 bliss lyrics

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