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sun - funkoars lyrics

[verse 1: sesta]
get your plans on the run, abandon the gun
truth in the dark, body parts in the dungeon
as a human you function, ’till it consume you
but all your friends, can’t trust ’em
they all haters, they all traitors
bringing up the past, digging up a graveyard
i set my phaser to quasar
and i’m taking aim on whatever’s on my radar
eliminate non-discriminate like
no god, don’t go into the light
it’s a trap like a transgender
on a bender of revenge
when your sleeping at night time he gonna get ya
your favourite rapper is a cliche
and last week he was a dj, the d swinger, the bc bringer
while you put your feelings in hashtag on twitter

[hook: trials]
sun! up to sun down we ready to come round
you ready to duck down? sun! up to sun down
in the night ’till the lights go out
sun! up to sun down we ready to come round
you ready to duck down? sun! up to sun down
in the night ’till the lights go out

[verse 2: hons]
if the world is my oyster then i’m a take the bag limit
fuck, just my piece of pie i’ll stick the whole wang in it
move a crowd, give them motion sickness
now you need oars once the boat is tipping
so what’s the difference, trust us to rock it
don’t trust a man under 40 in my c-ckpit
what? nothing suss there?
i’m a take this plane ticket man and trade for some bus fare
a couple years back, yeah, i tried the drug thing
thought they were friend zoned turned out they fucked me
but i’m happy now, finally get to dance around
the grave of lost souls ever since we cut the cancer out
scrimmaging my crew tight brothers in arms man
not one of us ever drop that ball like steve bartman
but no space mutants, shit you heard of good rap music
now you finally put a face to it

[verse 3: trials]
ha! bring your king he don’t jack about t
on the [?] board they call me captain howdy. (howdy!)
’till i’m outie do the sucker to the death
the bell went, i punched him in the head in front of the ref
now i’m banned from botchi, hand to god
he’s got a neck that flex like bill cosby
watch me pick on the ugliest klingon
roll up to the border with a mockbell wig on
(you holding?) yep, smuggle in six 6 stolen
iphones to north korea the i rick rolled ’em
golden era forever, if not, fuck you
good luck on your future endeavours
nah, i make it hard for your business
while the beat drop like a mafia witness
yeah, fuckin’ bout that and then some
’bout to some real estate in the next dimension

- funkoars lyrics

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