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Airplane Mode
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Chronic Law
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Dark Nation Boss, yeah You know the code enuh One Guru Yow, Nation Liquid nitrogen no cold like all this type a friend Who used to stunt 'pon bicycle, them n'ave no style again Never avoid the ends because me start fi drive a Benz Tell them Guru Law Boss, the globe cold like snow Yeah, me feel temperatures a decrease 'round me the more I grow Honestly, me nah feel nobody enеrgy, so me a hold my own The Guru therе 'pon airplane mode Me no want nobody a call my phone One Law, stay real to the core, my bro Lucky thing say me no 'fraid a cold weather, brother Still in a me sweater when a sun a shine or the rain a fall, nothing no make me better Still a freeze, still a feel pain and a go through depression Cut off the right hand then a bullet fly through me left hand Troublemekka, the journey no nice youth A cry tears but them similar to ice cube Strap up like the Air Force, a no me white shoes Goosebumps right through Law Boss, the globe cold like snow Yeah, me feel temperatures a decrease 'round me the more I grow Honestly, me nah feel nobody energy, so me a hold my own The Guru there 'pon airplane mode Me no want nobody a call my phone One Law, stay real to the core, my bro Nation The world yah cold and a lucky thing man a soldier You haffi born with a crown 'pon your head fi walk them road yah Me see serpent in a the gra**, watch out fi cobra Ebola done know say loyalty a the code Me keep my enemies close, me keep me friends way closer 'Cause the ones them where you rate the most will turn you over Trouble, put in the work, me sleep a studio 'pon the sofa Most high protect, we no fear them obeah Law Boss, the globe cold like snow Yeah, me feel temperatures a decrease 'round me the more I grow Honestly, me nah feel nobody energy, so me a hold my own The Guru there 'pon airplane mode Me no want nobody a call my phone One Law, stay real to the core, my bro Troublemekka, liquid nitrogen no cold like all this type a friend Who used to stunt 'pon bicycle, them n'ave no style again Never avoid the ends because me start fi drive a Benz Tell them Guru Yow, Back Bush The little hype a get to them, them nah go find themself Heart freeze inside, and nah no time a melt Surprise them, look how we buss like vehicle timer belt Nation tell them the globe cold like snow Darkness, you know? Yow, Troublemekka Cold heart, cold Earth Born alone, walk alone, stand alone
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