Babbletron One Shot
[Verse 1: Cool Calm Pete]
She was an archetype with a broken knife who put it bluntly
Stab you in the heart, reissued on the monthly
Groaning of a the voice made the cityscape monotonous
Cool felt better ready to rejoin the populace
No stopping us, bite the hand the aggravates
Circumvent the city, stagger when you navigate
Despite times, I try to live slow
Pop walk these streets nowadays/now her days get vertigo
Call ?, she dancing with the drug king
Sly movements the demons seem enticing
The mic slithering, cold blood reptile, nondescript lifestyle, unknown exile
Meanwhile you crap shoot for better things
Bank shot maybe the rabbit for his meddling
Unsettling daze these grown folk
Sarcastic bastard, one life, one joke
Scoping at the stars, burn sun stroke
Everyday drama like a daytime soap
Still pinch a nerve when the planes fly low
The mic pro kicking it ill type slow
Call dispatch calmly to pick me up
How about a busty girl with beer in her cup
Sorta like Saint Paulie, give it all that I got, got one shot
Give it all that I got
Give it all that I got, one shot, give it all that I got
One shot
Give it all that I got, give it all that I got
