Ab-Soul - Christopher DRONEr lyrics

It's all subjective shit
Yeah, yeah you know, you know
It's like the
It's like the calm before the storm
Perception is everything
Soulo the god and The Ichiban Don

Bunch of fuckin' drones, bunch of drones
Can't think for your own
Bunch of fuckin' drones, bunch of drones
Can't think for your own
Bunch of fuckin' drones, bunch of drones
Can't think for your own
Bunch of fuckin' drones, bunch of drones
Can't think for your own
Can't think for your own
Can't think for your own
Can't think for your own
Can't think for your own

Out my window all I see is Babylon
Grab your gun you ain't a knight tonight
You won't live to see the mornin' sun
Yellow tape, pistols in your face, hold on
Show no weakness
Money, murder, grab your burner
Cabins burnin' where it's freezing
Soulo, yeah I'm the one you heard about
Fuck's gotten into Herbert now? He's
So foul it's birds around
Had it my way like it's Burger
King, you don't want beef
Put that burger down
Don't go against my coalition, you
Can kiss my colon, pow
Guess it's in my heritage
I double-cross snakes and go ape shit
Psychedelic, she left on her heels
And I'm chewin' pills, i can't taste shit
My dick look like a spaceship
"Stairway to Heaven" on my playlist on 9
11, I called 9-1-1 and the
Voice recording said this (Hello)

Bunch of fuckin' drones, bunch of drones
Can't think for your own
Left, left, left, right, left
Bunch of fuckin' drones, bunch of drones
Can't think for your own
Left, left, left, right, left
Bunch of fuckin' drones, bunch of drones
Can't think for your own
Left, left, left, right, left
Bunch of fuckin' drones, bunch of drones
Can't think for your own
Left, left, left, right, left
About face, about face
(can't think for your own)
About face, about face
(can't think for your own)
About face, about face
(can't think for your own)
About face, about face
(can't think for your own)

This ain't no manifesto, you niggas know me
My niggas manifest O's of the OG high tech
Sippin' Hi Tech like Detroit Red
Used to coach me
A-B, see he, D-E, F the (most G)
No pen though, I just pulled
This shit out the wind, bro
Ain't got shit to lose but a
Win bro, it's a win bro
This shit's simple
Gettin' dough like Papa John
Your momma all on Papa John
Ain't got no chain, I ain't no
Slave, ain't got no watch
I ain't got the time
The SWAT team got robots and
I'm thinkin' 'bout coppin' mine
Literally, fuck a pair of
Shoes, I'm cockin' nines
Dare you to shoot
Headline, Ab-Soul facin' Fed time
Rewind, it wasn't 'bout that
No rat but I'm droppin' dimes
Iceberg Slim with the furnace
On, I knows war, that's real talk
All my life, I knew I was ill
Rock had me on the billboard
In God I trust, I ain't no fool, no
But on the real, I just hope
My credit card does too, soul

Bunch of fuckin' drones, bunch of drones
Can't think for your own
Left, left, left, right, left
Bunch of fuckin' drones, bunch of drones
Can't think for your own
Left, left, left, right, left
Bunch of fuckin' drones, bunch of drones
Can't think for your own
Left, left, left, right, left
Bunch of fuckin' drones, bunch of drones
Can't think for your own
Left, left, left, right, left
About face, about face
(can't think for your own)
About face, about face
(can't think for your own)
About face, about face
(can't think for your own)
About face, about face
(can't think for your own)

I bought some Alexander Wang
After I heard "New Slaves"
Went and bought some Alexander Wang
After I heard "New Slaves"
Y'all niggas can't fuck with Soul
Y'all niggas can't fuck with Soul
Y'all niggas can't fuck with Soul, y'all
Niggas can't fuck with Soul, uh!