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Morse Code Video (MV)




Performed By: Justin Starling
Language: English
Length: 1:58
Written by: Justin Starling




Justin Starling - Morse Code Lyrics
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Back to the basics
Rap
Trapped in the Matrix
Man ran the city
I'm grab-grabbing the ASICS
Sound from the midi
My beats slapping the pavement
Live channel 5
My trials
My tribulations
Time to face it
Oh
Congratulations
Falcon Millennium bop
We out of space, kid
Hopped onto planet rock like salutations
Birds wanna fly to my block, no migration
Tap, tap in, like we speaking in morse code
Bodying the beat, I don't leave it a torso
Young star, baby, and I'm goin' to war
Six figures on the check, tell em pay it in euros
Word to CP, it need three more O's
Doley in the whip like Han Solo
Turn into a giant like Fee-fi-fo
If you a household name then that house foreclosed
Take me though, tranquilo
I'm gonna fly my Cleo
To South Rio
Up in the mic, ten kilos
My hands so frio
Got a few homies that trap and speak Creole
Funny all the highs and the lows
Either drive you insane
Or they show you the ropes
They tryna hit my line but I'm ghost
Till the seeds that I plant turn my seat to a rolls
Watch for the doors
Shop at the Lowe's
Built from the ground
Self-made and it shows
Hands up, hands up
Everybody knows
Tank on E, still drivin' in sports mode
Everybody eats
We ain't fightin' for morsels
Swimming with the sharks
Think I'm growin' a dorsal
Know I'm the realest I don't need an award though
Everybody soul seem to come with a barcode
One binge watch, now they thinkin' they narcos
Not a yes, man
I'm telling them all no
That's the only way the true colors will all show
Look
Said I'm keeping the door closed
How else you gon' hear when opportunity knocking
Seven days a week
Studio locked in
Got a dime in my bed while I'm making these top tens
Tap, tap in like we speaking in morse code
Bodying the beat, I don't leave it a torso
Young star, baby, and I'm goin' to war
Six figures on the check, tell em pay it in euros
Word to CP, it need three more O's
Doley in the whip like Han Solo
Turn into a giant like Fee-Fi-Foe
If you a household name then that house foreclosed
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Back to the basics
Rap
Trapped in the Matrix
Man ran the city
I'm grab-grabbing the ASICS
Sound from the midi
My beats slapping the pavement
Live channel 5
My trials
My tribulations
Time to face it
Oh
Congratulations
Falcon Millennium bop
We out of space, kid
Hopped onto planet rock like salutations
Birds wanna fly to my block, no migration
Tap, tap in, like we speaking in morse code
Bodying the beat, I don't leave it a torso
Young star, baby, and I'm goin' to war
Six figures on the check, tell em pay it in euros
Word to CP, it need three more O's
Doley in the whip like Han Solo
Turn into a giant like Fee-fi-fo
If you a household name then that house foreclosed
Take me though, tranquilo
I'm gonna fly my Cleo
To South Rio
Up in the mic, ten kilos
My hands so frio
Got a few homies that trap and speak Creole
Funny all the highs and the lows
Either drive you insane
Or they show you the ropes
They tryna hit my line but I'm ghost
Till the seeds that I plant turn my seat to a rolls
Watch for the doors
Shop at the Lowe's
Built from the ground
Self-made and it shows
Hands up, hands up
Everybody knows
Tank on E, still drivin' in sports mode
Everybody eats
We ain't fightin' for morsels
Swimming with the sharks
Think I'm growin' a dorsal
Know I'm the realest I don't need an award though
Everybody soul seem to come with a barcode
One binge watch, now they thinkin' they narcos
Not a yes, man
I'm telling them all no
That's the only way the true colors will all show
Look
Said I'm keeping the door closed
How else you gon' hear when opportunity knocking
Seven days a week
Studio locked in
Got a dime in my bed while I'm making these top tens
Tap, tap in like we speaking in morse code
Bodying the beat, I don't leave it a torso
Young star, baby, and I'm goin' to war
Six figures on the check, tell em pay it in euros
Word to CP, it need three more O's
Doley in the whip like Han Solo
Turn into a giant like Fee-Fi-Foe
If you a household name then that house foreclosed
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Writer: Justin Starling
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