What's your sign
What's your card
I know mine
I'm a star
F*ck the stacks
F*ck the racks
Get the snacks
That's the fax
You can find
Me on mars
I'll be fine
I am hard
You attack
Cuz your wack
F*ck your track
That's the fax
Get mine is the feeling they put up in you
Just to fill up all of the rooms
Then they put you all up in a tomb
Stuck in a padded room
Demons are pretty malevolent fool
But angels are in our genetics cool
Tell me which one are you
What's your sign
What's your card
I know mine
I'm a star
F*ck the stacks
F*ck the racks
Get the snacks
That's the fax
You can find
Me on mars
I'll be fine
I am hard
You attack
Cuz your wack
F*ck your track
That's the fax
Get mine is the feeling they put up in you
Just to fill up all of the rooms
Then they put you all up in a tomb
RowLow - Fax Lyrics
RowLow - Fax Lyrics
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What's your sign
What's your card
I know mine
I'm a star
F*ck the stacks
F*ck the racks
Get the snacks
That's the fax
You can find
Me on mars
I'll be fine
I am hard
You attack
Cuz your wack
F*ck your track
That's the fax
Get mine is the feeling they put up in you
Just to fill up all of the rooms
Then they put you all up in a tomb
Stuck in a padded room
Demons are pretty malevolent fool
But angels are in our genetics cool
Tell me which one are you
What's your sign
What's your card
I know mine
I'm a star
F*ck the stacks
F*ck the racks
Get the snacks
That's the fax
You can find
Me on mars
I'll be fine
I am hard
You attack
Cuz your wack
F*ck your track
That's the fax
Get mine is the feeling they put up in you
Just to fill up all of the rooms
Then they put you all up in a tomb
What's your card
I know mine
I'm a star
F*ck the stacks
F*ck the racks
Get the snacks
That's the fax
You can find
Me on mars
I'll be fine
I am hard
You attack
Cuz your wack
F*ck your track
That's the fax
Get mine is the feeling they put up in you
Just to fill up all of the rooms
Then they put you all up in a tomb
Stuck in a padded room
Demons are pretty malevolent fool
But angels are in our genetics cool
Tell me which one are you
What's your sign
What's your card
I know mine
I'm a star
F*ck the stacks
F*ck the racks
Get the snacks
That's the fax
You can find
Me on mars
I'll be fine
I am hard
You attack
Cuz your wack
F*ck your track
That's the fax
Get mine is the feeling they put up in you
Just to fill up all of the rooms
Then they put you all up in a tomb
Writer: Rowland Akinduro
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid