Flatline Ivy Lab’s 20/20 Remix

When The ash burns bright before the cigarette ends, They ain't got the balls, I'll be like the Wicked for them. Bow. Growing up, we loved women like Diana. Yeah. See how the times change, even Harry love Rihanna. Selfie obsession, everybody grab a camera. Still worth a thousand words, but you can sort Out the banner. Stepping up the ladder, Snake King Gabbana. Wasting my young years just Giving you London Grammar. I killed every venue in a thousand-mile radius. You need a vaccine boy, you killing couldn't save It up. Flatline. Oh yeah. Every Time. Go up. Flatline. Oh yeah. Every time. Seventy-eight thousand screaming, sound like a Horror film. Woo. It's me in my mind, Like this cannot be real. I'm miseducated and I was listening to Lauryn Hill. Let me verse magic and drop them bars in The fucking field. Rolling Rolling round in round them in foreign them Foreign wheels. wheels. Duplicate Duplicate this High, this high, you must you be must popping Be real. a lot of pills. Now, the revolution's gotta be filmed. I'm a brave heart, I wear the trousers and Not the kilt. Now, See I kill with my art. I aim for the heart. I'm focused sharp. Sword out the stone, still I swing with my Bars. In the race for longevity, I built to Come last. Yeah, I chill with the stars. I sleep with them sometimes, we wake up on Mars. That's just how we menage. And I'm booked on every venue in a thousand Mile radius. You need a vaccine, man, You killers gonna pay me. Blackland. Oh yeah. Every time. Go out