Warning
We are now at DEFCON one
Initiate security protocol 115
Hold up, wait
Now I'm in the back of the cop car
Bad for the press
But she still love my dick in the back of her lockjaw
Bang on my chest, I'll deal with the rest when I pop off
One in my chamber, it's lock-on
Fill 'em with silver, I'm still in my long johns
Like Geppetto gotta pull strings
And I'm holding the whole game from a gold-link
You a trophy on my wall
Leave a hoe lonely, she don't even know me at all
She be the Fiji, but I'm only soaking in Voss
Sorry, I'm only a dog
24/7 all day, my brain been M.I.A
BMW an i8, I paint it like cocaine
Drunk as f*ck and swerve into the curb
But still stay in my lane
F*cked her friends
It could be immature, that's how I deal with pain
Qualities of Pornhub mixed with Socrates
Honestly such a mockery of everything schools taught to me
That's probably what fostered these atrocities
My levels past what God could reach
A devil-birthed anomaly
My property where copper be
Don't come out my f*ckin' house without an ace up in my sleeve
Keep me name up out your mouth before I bust in breaking teeth
I'm a lot a bit unusual, so I can pull your main bitch as my side
Pretty women, got an Uber full
Just tryna catch a vibe
I don't care if its my funeral, I'll still be f*ckin' high, still be downin' wine
Haven't been through fire so you can't see how a dragon fly
Average attire but I'm fly enough to
They all know I'm on my kill 'em all shit
Unidentifiable, fly as the highest martian
Undeniable, I am the final one that God sent
My Poseidon flow might pull a drive by on a dolphin
Leave it to me to just take the beat, won't let it breathe
I get it trampled
Basically, I'm a brutal beast, G O L D
On my enamel
Micky D's, wallet obese, the bread and cheese
I meet with handfuls
Nike's on my mother f*cking feet
The illest white boy from the mother f*cking east
Mylo Marks - Element 115 (feat. Lucas Warwick) Lyrics
Mylo Marks - Element 115 (feat. Lucas Warwick) Lyrics
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Warning
We are now at DEFCON one
Initiate security protocol 115
Hold up, wait
Now I'm in the back of the cop car
Bad for the press
But she still love my dick in the back of her lockjaw
Bang on my chest, I'll deal with the rest when I pop off
One in my chamber, it's lock-on
Fill 'em with silver, I'm still in my long johns
Like Geppetto gotta pull strings
And I'm holding the whole game from a gold-link
You a trophy on my wall
Leave a hoe lonely, she don't even know me at all
She be the Fiji, but I'm only soaking in Voss
Sorry, I'm only a dog
24/7 all day, my brain been M.I.A
BMW an i8, I paint it like cocaine
Drunk as f*ck and swerve into the curb
But still stay in my lane
F*cked her friends
It could be immature, that's how I deal with pain
Qualities of Pornhub mixed with Socrates
Honestly such a mockery of everything schools taught to me
That's probably what fostered these atrocities
My levels past what God could reach
A devil-birthed anomaly
My property where copper be
Don't come out my f*ckin' house without an ace up in my sleeve
Keep me name up out your mouth before I bust in breaking teeth
I'm a lot a bit unusual, so I can pull your main bitch as my side
Pretty women, got an Uber full
Just tryna catch a vibe
I don't care if its my funeral, I'll still be f*ckin' high, still be downin' wine
Haven't been through fire so you can't see how a dragon fly
Average attire but I'm fly enough to
They all know I'm on my kill 'em all shit
Unidentifiable, fly as the highest martian
Undeniable, I am the final one that God sent
My Poseidon flow might pull a drive by on a dolphin
Leave it to me to just take the beat, won't let it breathe
I get it trampled
Basically, I'm a brutal beast, G O L D
On my enamel
Micky D's, wallet obese, the bread and cheese
I meet with handfuls
Nike's on my mother f*cking feet
The illest white boy from the mother f*cking east
We are now at DEFCON one
Initiate security protocol 115
Hold up, wait
Now I'm in the back of the cop car
Bad for the press
But she still love my dick in the back of her lockjaw
Bang on my chest, I'll deal with the rest when I pop off
One in my chamber, it's lock-on
Fill 'em with silver, I'm still in my long johns
Like Geppetto gotta pull strings
And I'm holding the whole game from a gold-link
You a trophy on my wall
Leave a hoe lonely, she don't even know me at all
She be the Fiji, but I'm only soaking in Voss
Sorry, I'm only a dog
24/7 all day, my brain been M.I.A
BMW an i8, I paint it like cocaine
Drunk as f*ck and swerve into the curb
But still stay in my lane
F*cked her friends
It could be immature, that's how I deal with pain
Qualities of Pornhub mixed with Socrates
Honestly such a mockery of everything schools taught to me
That's probably what fostered these atrocities
My levels past what God could reach
A devil-birthed anomaly
My property where copper be
Don't come out my f*ckin' house without an ace up in my sleeve
Keep me name up out your mouth before I bust in breaking teeth
I'm a lot a bit unusual, so I can pull your main bitch as my side
Pretty women, got an Uber full
Just tryna catch a vibe
I don't care if its my funeral, I'll still be f*ckin' high, still be downin' wine
Haven't been through fire so you can't see how a dragon fly
Average attire but I'm fly enough to
They all know I'm on my kill 'em all shit
Unidentifiable, fly as the highest martian
Undeniable, I am the final one that God sent
My Poseidon flow might pull a drive by on a dolphin
Leave it to me to just take the beat, won't let it breathe
I get it trampled
Basically, I'm a brutal beast, G O L D
On my enamel
Micky D's, wallet obese, the bread and cheese
I meet with handfuls
Nike's on my mother f*cking feet
The illest white boy from the mother f*cking east
Writer: Jayce Scothern, Lucas Warwick, Mark Wogan
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Mylo Marks
Language: English
Length: 1:40
Written by: Jayce Scothern, Lucas Warwick, Mark Wogan