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Closing Thoughts (Oldrums) Video (MV)




Performed By: hickey
Length: 3:02
Written by: Joshua Hickey




hickey - Closing Thoughts (Oldrums) Lyrics




Was once called a prophet, so quixotic yet I'm not fit
There's really a margin of profit, look at me wanna pick some pockets
When I'm not sick, won't vomit I wanna invoke shit
Depose it I gotta deposit my tokens
Spoken your intellect is so unholy homie
Choking a mordant man who can't control me homie
Like whos next, got suplex I would unload you homie
Who got the f*cking warrant make 'em patrol me homie

I started up in the whip
Where my homies would sit and sip
We chocking the same L we been tossing around since six
Uncharted and underage
I'm making minimum wage
Mary Jane is ultra potent got the power to assuage
Obey the ten commandments
We the righteous bandits
Need some new recruits and we've been looking for enhancements
Back of the BMW
Pack in the bolt then grab some food
Get cracked from the pack man never mind that
The Oldrums sent some plutocrats

Come in with the bounce
Backpack filled with an ounce
Copped some gadgets off of the internet a chain from my account
I be the one to call you out and leave without an apology
Otherwise I spread love I'll include that in my anthology
Donald Duck is leading, preaching dollars and misogyny
Big business increasing spreading morals of Carnegie
But honestly no one will stand up and fight for they right
Crime is paying so I'm saying we can expedite our appetite
Copyright, take what's ours we out of sight
A terabyte, information black and white
Extradite the inconvenient disappoint and disbelieve it
Extra off the top chopped in the pot but its finite
What's mine is yours and yours is mine like mutual delight
Got a few new people
Looking forward in time I wanna keep it simple
My life is like the choppy waters filled with heaps of ripples
Popping pimples, dropping singles, take my chances, cross my fingers
Get with the times, wake up you ain't no Rip Van Winkle
Illegal activities hidden at the sound of a whistle
Barely pay your rent but I know you got that new Jordan symbol
Reap benefits you don't deserve like a fraudulent cripple but
In the end we gone be good and I know that's the truth
Now girl come over here I gotta sofa and Roku
Spitting impromptu on these hoes who bound to
Split a spliff and say they high these chickens is scoundrels

I started up in the whip
Where my homies would sit and sip
We chocking the same L we been tossing around since six
Uncharted and underage
I'm making minimum wage
Mary Jane is ultra potent got the power to assuage
Obey the ten commandments
We the righteous bandits
Need some new recruits and we've been looking for enhancements
Back of the BMW
Pack in the bolt then grab some food
Get cracked from the pack man never mind that
The Oldrums sent some plutocrats

Trekking back to my home, getting chilled to the bone
Spit what's on my mind cause my vision in polychrome
There ain't no tricks to the truth cause I don't f*cks around with gimmicks
This is physics when it drop, and I'm out, just call me hickey
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Was once called a prophet, so quixotic yet I'm not fit
There's really a margin of profit, look at me wanna pick some pockets
When I'm not sick, won't vomit I wanna invoke shit
Depose it I gotta deposit my tokens
Spoken your intellect is so unholy homie
Choking a mordant man who can't control me homie
Like whos next, got suplex I would unload you homie
Who got the f*cking warrant make 'em patrol me homie

I started up in the whip
Where my homies would sit and sip
We chocking the same L we been tossing around since six
Uncharted and underage
I'm making minimum wage
Mary Jane is ultra potent got the power to assuage
Obey the ten commandments
We the righteous bandits
Need some new recruits and we've been looking for enhancements
Back of the BMW
Pack in the bolt then grab some food
Get cracked from the pack man never mind that
The Oldrums sent some plutocrats

Come in with the bounce
Backpack filled with an ounce
Copped some gadgets off of the internet a chain from my account
I be the one to call you out and leave without an apology
Otherwise I spread love I'll include that in my anthology
Donald Duck is leading, preaching dollars and misogyny
Big business increasing spreading morals of Carnegie
But honestly no one will stand up and fight for they right
Crime is paying so I'm saying we can expedite our appetite
Copyright, take what's ours we out of sight
A terabyte, information black and white
Extradite the inconvenient disappoint and disbelieve it
Extra off the top chopped in the pot but its finite
What's mine is yours and yours is mine like mutual delight
Got a few new people
Looking forward in time I wanna keep it simple
My life is like the choppy waters filled with heaps of ripples
Popping pimples, dropping singles, take my chances, cross my fingers
Get with the times, wake up you ain't no Rip Van Winkle
Illegal activities hidden at the sound of a whistle
Barely pay your rent but I know you got that new Jordan symbol
Reap benefits you don't deserve like a fraudulent cripple but
In the end we gone be good and I know that's the truth
Now girl come over here I gotta sofa and Roku
Spitting impromptu on these hoes who bound to
Split a spliff and say they high these chickens is scoundrels

I started up in the whip
Where my homies would sit and sip
We chocking the same L we been tossing around since six
Uncharted and underage
I'm making minimum wage
Mary Jane is ultra potent got the power to assuage
Obey the ten commandments
We the righteous bandits
Need some new recruits and we've been looking for enhancements
Back of the BMW
Pack in the bolt then grab some food
Get cracked from the pack man never mind that
The Oldrums sent some plutocrats

Trekking back to my home, getting chilled to the bone
Spit what's on my mind cause my vision in polychrome
There ain't no tricks to the truth cause I don't f*cks around with gimmicks
This is physics when it drop, and I'm out, just call me hickey
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Writer: Joshua Hickey
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