Lyrics

Where do these fucking guys get Precious black opals That's what that is That's a black opal I do my research, these guys live near the Weylo mines Which primarily has red opals Uh it's Jio V Uh Uh Gum smacking Loud in the lungs how the gun powder packing Dumbfounded lacking Some crowd and back him None crowned the young clown But somehow he have it Toast No boast Ain't that noble Schematics on the map Catch black opals Fester in the bat cavern Manifesting but it never happen Catching the flu Stick like glue Lose the grip like oops Don't shoot Nah the hoops won't do Looms in the loops Come through to the booth Yeah we doing it soon Yeah we doing it soon Just need to recoup Yeah we doing it soon Yeah we doing it soon Just need to recoup From the losses Big boss, my land off it Heart to large can't cross it Try revise can't watch it Rewinding the vibe can't stop it Red opals, which aren't worth shit, ok But these You can't get your hands on these things Ya understand
Writer(s): Jem Wilson, Dylan Quinn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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