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a fools war! - prod.fools lyrics

[written, produced and mixed by fools]

[pre*chorus]

huh, hut, indicator, hey!
beat, beat, drums, (huh, right shoulder)
beat, d*d*drums (left should*)
beat, beat, drums (huh, hut)
walt whitman

[chorus]

go through walls, go through buildings. (i love fools)
t*the 808 so loud, i got the choirs even singing
i’m turning up the town, the churches thinking that we sinning
you told me turn it down, but imma tell you imma turn it to a million

better hide, ‘cus they know all this bass is gonna k!ll them
this gon’ bust your eardrums, so i told ’em watch they children
you can’t even turn your wife to a bride, i broke the ceiling

yeah, beat, beat, drums

[verse 1]
would the talkers talk?
y*you a singer but can’t sing?
you not up in the band, yеah, you not up in my team
the 808’s so loud, yeah, thе sleepers cannot sleep
tell ’em listen to this beat

[bridge]

yeah, beat, beat, drums (beat, beat, drums)
yeah, beat, drums (d*d*drums)

[chorus]

better hide, ‘cus they know all this bass is gonna k!ll them
this gon’ bust your eardrums, so i told ’em watch they children
you can’t even turn your wife to a bride, i broke the ceiling

yeah, beat, beat, drums
yeah, beat, beat, drums

[verse 2]

w*w*we don’t make no parlay
blow, bugels, blow
i blew the speakers out the party. (bass!)
this ain’t the end it barely started
i can’t hear your words it’s way too loud, there’s just nun to say just say it later. (go!)
p*p*put you in that he*rs*, yeah, you got layed up
make the 808’s, go shake your body in the graveyard
would the lawyer even rise in court to state his case?
v*v*vibrate their whole body took the colour out their face. (ahh)

we ain’t gonna stop
w*w*we gon’ play these bugles and these drums until we drop
yeah, we restless. (i love fools)
we gon’ play these drums inside of saks fifth. (1,2)
we done caused a riot all these people need a check quick. (3)

[chorus]

go through walls, go through buildings. (i*i*i love fools)
t*the 808 so loud, i got the choirs even singing
i’m turning up the town, the churches thinking that we sinning
you told me turn it down, but imma tell you imma turn it to a million
better hide, ‘cus they know all this bass is gonna k!ll them. (bass!)
this gon’ bust your eardrums, so i told ’em watch they children
you can’t even turn your wife to a bride, i broke the ceiling

yeah, beat, beat, drums

i love fools

[created by fools for a music composition]

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