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All news all the time This is 1010WINS Romper Roomer, stock the cooler for the rendezvous Pop the cooler, shot the rocket fuel in pamplemousse I'm Rocky 10, type to watch a comet hit the common room Rock a "stop the violence" tee and pocket-dial the Babadook Comic-con-quistador, kamikaze, commonly Referred to as the architect of modern lighthouse-keeper core Ease into the graveyard shifting State-of-the-art safeguard crippling, crimson king Deep breath, poke his head up out the lobby Check both ways, cheat death, any fugazi Chia pet on parade in whichever gardens of Eden You merely swivel the camera to see are part mausoleum I am positively cold Operatives like pennies in a pocket with a hole that we are dropping as we go Knocking over what we must, piranhas to the bone In under sixty seconds flat, can you honestly say no? 10 a.m. in the fog feeling anxious 10 p.m. in the same exact fog feeling dangerous 10 a.m. in the fog feeling anxious 10 p.m. in the same exact fog feeling dangerous This is 1010WINS It appears I as wrong again, I fear I was right all along Letras de cancionesThat's why you gotta wait 'til the end Credit scrolling, metadata uploading Persona non grata all in the eye of the beholder Betrothed to the game alone Never show her the cards he holding The GPS just on for show I know where the fuck we going, whether rolling fast or slow Those birds come home to roost like homing No one sent for the raven before, adorn the jagged wings, a black omen I keep a few moments under lock and key, it's for myself that I stole 'em I build the same machines from different components And act surprised when they turn on me, eyes glowing The devil you be knowing Russian planes darken the skies over Poland, yeah, we know them My blood run cold once it gets heated I see the exit and beat feets to meet it Luckily or unluckily for me, my brain discretes any pieces 10 a.m. in the fog feeling anxious 10 p.m. in the same exact fog feeling dangerous 10 a.m. in the fog feeling anxious 10 p.m. in the same exact fog feeling dangerous Yeah (This is 1010WINS) Crossroad intercept Hyperlink it, winter's breath For the record, I'm not sinking Zigga-zigga twice, I'm thinking, but not too much All the things I should've said Tryna live on what was and all that could've been Sandcastle in raised bed Under scaffolds with duct tape on every joint in connection My eyes never stray far from the exit Bessie's TV always played the Westerns Hot water, cornbread, pinto bean, there's always extra Check for a nigga Laughing at mall cops in vests, that really heightens security Max volume forty, I'll be there shortly Something to see if you see me, shorty Split my pants on hopping gates on a walk to the bank My kid wanna hear five minutes of funk I would say the same thing, same age as he is You ain't chef at thirty-one 10 a.m. in the fog feeling anxious 10 p.m. in the same exact fog feeling dangerous 10 a.m. in the fog feeling anxious 10 p.m. in the same exact fog feeling dangerous From Letras Mania