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Adam J Feather - Mannequin Lyrics



Adam J Feather - Mannequin Lyrics




[ Featuring Adam J Feather ]

Feelin' like a mannequin, without hands
Damn this life spread my wings and scan out in the street for
C-SPAN interrogators, alligators in the water
See a toddler ride a motorbike, hit a dyke
Spin out on the sidewalk, bitches just talk
About gossip and socks, let's do some shots
Vodka gets me off, rocks in the bottom
Hot shots call 'em off, hot stocks I just bought 'em
Day trade all the way, to the store
Pay grade a cut above the top of the door
From the top of the score, to the last bar, my heart in the spar
Take apart the scheme; competition never mean shit
Imma spit in the face of every monkey motherf*cker
Think they another f*ck among the lame taste
Why waste a breath, take another step
Then turn around and swing cuz I know yo' ass heard the fat lady sing

Tell me what, yo' ass know, I ain't found out on my own
Tell me what, yo ass know, I ain't found out on my own
Tell me what, yo ass know, I ain't found out on my own
Tell me what, yo ass know, I ain't found out on my own

From the fence to the bench
Electric fentanyl sentence
For the mentions of alcohol on my twitter page
Election cause a mob, hobble through the crowd
Steady marbles, ready aim fire
Dog in the bottom of the pile at the funeral pyre
Wallow in the mire cuz the quag is outta style
Yo' I'm bout to buy 'em up
Amount to quite a gust of wind, Augusta quiet once again
August burning red
Like the middle of a flag wrapped loosely 'round the head
The proof is in the bread
Juicy pumpernickel pudding put your ass to bed like a diabetic
Diabolic plan to smash all the rhetoric and composition
From the competition's dumb heads
Dumb meds, dumb physicians, alphabetic dick prescription
Come back upstream, got the upload floppin' like a fish
Fishing on the deck without intention or respect
Give the bitch a check before ya engine gets wrecked

Tell me what, yo ass know, I ain't found out on my own
Tell me what, yo ass know, I ain't found out on my own
Tell me what, yo ass know, I ain't found out on my own
Tell me what, yo ass know, I ain't found out on my own
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Feelin' like a mannequin, without hands
Damn this life spread my wings and scan out in the street for
C-SPAN interrogators, alligators in the water
See a toddler ride a motorbike, hit a dyke
Spin out on the sidewalk, bitches just talk
About gossip and socks, let's do some shots
Vodka gets me off, rocks in the bottom
Hot shots call 'em off, hot stocks I just bought 'em
Day trade all the way, to the store
Pay grade a cut above the top of the door
From the top of the score, to the last bar, my heart in the spar
Take apart the scheme; competition never mean shit
Imma spit in the face of every monkey motherf*cker
Think they another f*ck among the lame taste
Why waste a breath, take another step
Then turn around and swing cuz I know yo' ass heard the fat lady sing

Tell me what, yo' ass know, I ain't found out on my own
Tell me what, yo ass know, I ain't found out on my own
Tell me what, yo ass know, I ain't found out on my own
Tell me what, yo ass know, I ain't found out on my own

From the fence to the bench
Electric fentanyl sentence
For the mentions of alcohol on my twitter page
Election cause a mob, hobble through the crowd
Steady marbles, ready aim fire
Dog in the bottom of the pile at the funeral pyre
Wallow in the mire cuz the quag is outta style
Yo' I'm bout to buy 'em up
Amount to quite a gust of wind, Augusta quiet once again
August burning red
Like the middle of a flag wrapped loosely 'round the head
The proof is in the bread
Juicy pumpernickel pudding put your ass to bed like a diabetic
Diabolic plan to smash all the rhetoric and composition
From the competition's dumb heads
Dumb meds, dumb physicians, alphabetic dick prescription
Come back upstream, got the upload floppin' like a fish
Fishing on the deck without intention or respect
Give the bitch a check before ya engine gets wrecked

Tell me what, yo ass know, I ain't found out on my own
Tell me what, yo ass know, I ain't found out on my own
Tell me what, yo ass know, I ain't found out on my own
Tell me what, yo ass know, I ain't found out on my own
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Writer: Adam Feather
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music




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Performed By: Adam J Feather
Featuring: Adam J Feather
Language: English
Length: 3:06
Written by: Adam Feather

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