Oleg's Flight Lyrics
| Song | Oleg's Flight |
| Artist | Fashawn |
| Artist | The Alchemist |
| Album | Russian Roulette |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| This is dedicated to you, the half way crook, poking ************ on | |
| Facebook, | |
| The same lane with the chains took. | |
| I throw flames, let this frame cook, | |
| Black bags and black matches the season | |
| Mother******, | |
| I don’t get mad, | |
| I get even, | |
| Burning the devils, let us self regard and then eaten, | |
| Yeah, 20 people in the park, part of my heaven. | |
| We’re all here, grisly gang, playing your part better, | |
| I support the rights of arm bear, yeah. | |
| Long stares, | |
| I lift you off the lawn chairs, | |
| Nigger, better keep it calm when the dawn’s near, | |
| This is cloud rapper for low pack, the nigger fell ass, little wow patch, | |
| A game have it, chain snatching, crown figures, my niggers, | |
| ****** it with all this stuff, half is getting splashed like a lottery ticket, | |
| I’m stuck in my mission, my nigger. | |
| This is dedicated to you, the half way crook, poking ************ on | |
| Facebook, | |
| The same lane with the chains took. | |
| It’s only logic that | |
| I got to be the mother****** man, | |
| If you can empathize with me, than you would understand | |
| That I’m an over achiever, a born leader, | |
| I would thought to never ever leave the house without the heater. | |
| And ****** a delly departed, it had a couple leaders while | |
| I’m seeking the ceiling | |
| Niggers say that | |
| I graduated for steaming, well, maybe not, still | |
| California dreaming. | |
| The parking lot’s full of empolice and grimace, a couple got spit the swallowing my ************ | |
| Shoe box full of dollars for no reason | |
| I’m a problem, best believe it, | |
| Vomit like | |
| I’m bulimic, over substance supersonic, kind of | |
| I’m with the seizures, | |
| Ironic, my competition | |
| I watch it joyce, keep it good, and kind | |
| This fast life is | |
| Russian Roulette only waiting when if you do it to death. |
| This is dedicated to you, the half way crook, poking on | |
| Facebook, | |
| The same lane with the chains took. | |
| I throw flames, let this frame cook, | |
| Black bags and black matches the season | |
| Mother, | |
| I don' t get mad, | |
| I get even, | |
| Burning the devils, let us self regard and then eaten, | |
| Yeah, 20 people in the park, part of my heaven. | |
| We' re all here, grisly gang, playing your part better, | |
| I support the rights of arm bear, yeah. | |
| Long stares, | |
| I lift you off the lawn chairs, | |
| Nigger, better keep it calm when the dawn' s near, | |
| This is cloud rapper for low pack, the nigger fell ass, little wow patch, | |
| A game have it, chain snatching, crown figures, my niggers, | |
| it with all this stuff, half is getting splashed like a lottery ticket, | |
| I' m stuck in my mission, my nigger. | |
| This is dedicated to you, the half way crook, poking on | |
| Facebook, | |
| The same lane with the chains took. | |
| It' s only logic that | |
| I got to be the mother man, | |
| If you can empathize with me, than you would understand | |
| That I' m an over achiever, a born leader, | |
| I would thought to never ever leave the house without the heater. | |
| And a delly departed, it had a couple leaders while | |
| I' m seeking the ceiling | |
| Niggers say that | |
| I graduated for steaming, well, maybe not, still | |
| California dreaming. | |
| The parking lot' s full of empolice and grimace, a couple got spit the swallowing my | |
| Shoe box full of dollars for no reason | |
| I' m a problem, best believe it, | |
| Vomit like | |
| I' m bulimic, over substance supersonic, kind of | |
| I' m with the seizures, | |
| Ironic, my competition | |
| I watch it joyce, keep it good, and kind | |
| This fast life is | |
| Russian Roulette only waiting when if you do it to death. |
| This is dedicated to you, the half way crook, poking on | |
| Facebook, | |
| The same lane with the chains took. | |
| I throw flames, let this frame cook, | |
| Black bags and black matches the season | |
| Mother, | |
| I don' t get mad, | |
| I get even, | |
| Burning the devils, let us self regard and then eaten, | |
| Yeah, 20 people in the park, part of my heaven. | |
| We' re all here, grisly gang, playing your part better, | |
| I support the rights of arm bear, yeah. | |
| Long stares, | |
| I lift you off the lawn chairs, | |
| Nigger, better keep it calm when the dawn' s near, | |
| This is cloud rapper for low pack, the nigger fell ass, little wow patch, | |
| A game have it, chain snatching, crown figures, my niggers, | |
| it with all this stuff, half is getting splashed like a lottery ticket, | |
| I' m stuck in my mission, my nigger. | |
| This is dedicated to you, the half way crook, poking on | |
| Facebook, | |
| The same lane with the chains took. | |
| It' s only logic that | |
| I got to be the mother man, | |
| If you can empathize with me, than you would understand | |
| That I' m an over achiever, a born leader, | |
| I would thought to never ever leave the house without the heater. | |
| And a delly departed, it had a couple leaders while | |
| I' m seeking the ceiling | |
| Niggers say that | |
| I graduated for steaming, well, maybe not, still | |
| California dreaming. | |
| The parking lot' s full of empolice and grimace, a couple got spit the swallowing my | |
| Shoe box full of dollars for no reason | |
| I' m a problem, best believe it, | |
| Vomit like | |
| I' m bulimic, over substance supersonic, kind of | |
| I' m with the seizures, | |
| Ironic, my competition | |
| I watch it joyce, keep it good, and kind | |
| This fast life is | |
| Russian Roulette only waiting when if you do it to death. |
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