Yelawolf, DJ Muggs, Del the Funky Homosapien, DJ Paul - Privacy lyrics

Not so distant improvement
Imagine the features possible
At pictures even
Recent computer software is fake
Identifyin' the profiles, lifeless values
Indistinguishable from criminals bitin' this
Easy new and then free, ya B
Facial network generating, he has appeared
Technology worsen
Childlike behind alter-egos
Unlock troll propagandas, whole axis
Thousands online, user fee
Get usage via smartphone, uncallеd for
Eyes alter, much effort is a job
To shapе the portrait, fortunate or not
Arrest the friendly company
Who target your collections of data
For the highest fees

All I want is some privacy
All I want is some privacy
Nigga, get the fuck away from me
Nigga, get the fuck away from me
All I want is some privacy
All I want is some privacy
Nigga, get the fuck away from me
Nigga, get the fuck away from me

I'm just out here
Tryna get a piece of the cake
Puttin' work in, they hurtin'
These niggas too fake nine times out of ten
I'm pullin' up in the Wraith
Ten times out of ten
I put it all on her face
I'ma always put this shit in ya face
Let you feel the pain, nigga
'til your last days
Still gettin' brain from ya bitch
You passed away might throw a hunnid grand
On ya fuckin' grave
And I keep the white, keep the
Keep the white like a snowstorm
In the club, poppin' bottles
It's Dom Pérignon
Balenciagas, t-shirt, khakis
That's the uniform and I keep a bad bitch
From dippin' like a unicorn
And a nigga savage 'cause I'm in for ten, boy
Smokin' on the cabbage, it's a habit
I like chloroform
Hittin' up the dust off the desk
It's a dust storm i just piece
Ye ain't heard? That's the new norm

New norm, yeah, new norm, new, normally
Formerly with two tour buses full
Of the corn whiskey
I'm absorbing the windstorm like Dorothy
And she's soaring in the barn like a horsey
I hit record, poem is alluring
Too many more of these sixteens
I'll be dodging you in the short story
The book of Michael Wayne is
A rifle paintin', the mic and bullets
I pour heat pour heat like a glass blower
Ghetto cowboy in the box frame
No lasso thrower
Kick a rap and I pack a show to the back door
Move around in ya girl's
Chest like a bondholder
Chop her down like a lawn mower
Give her pretty then leave it
Sticky like an orange soda
That's how I'm livin' 'til the touring's over
But hieroglyphics in Memphis, you
Missin' it, bitch, i'm a born roller
Ridin' the bass like Pork Soda
Hardest of artists
This part of me's like barbeque
On a porch owner
Southern made, marinade, millionaire
Mary-Kate
Every day, killin', hey fill the safe
Every day rockin' this leather jacket but
The leopard's fake
Fell in a pit, came back, stepped in snakes
Pullin' this arrow way back
It ain't to graze
Kill 'em all and lay it on the bread
Mayonnaise layin' eggs, a lot of people wait
Tin roof
There's a lot of people in the shade
Didn't get the coupon for the new wave
Walmart, that's smarts, boy, lay-away
And if you open, lay awake

All I want is some privacy
All I want is some privacy
Nigga, get the fuck away from me
Nigga, get the fuck away from me
All I want is some privacy
All I want is some privacy
Nigga, get the fuck away from me
Nigga, get the fuck away from me

Nigga, get the fuck away from me
Nigga, get the fuck away from me
Nigga, get the fuck away from me
Nigga, get the fuck away from me

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