Total Recall

[Intro: E L U C I D] If they push that button (let it go) If they push that button (let it go) If they push that button I know nothing, I sit out here, I recall (I recall) I know nothing, I sit out here, I recall (I recall) I know nothing, I sit out here, I recall I see windows in the wall Words that can [?] [Verse 1: E L U C I D] Body-worn Christ with thrice the charm, it's electric Everybody want to be naked and famous Tricky said it, I'm like, 'go ahead' I was drowsy when the credits scroll Suck my teeth, sour gold Echoes and reflections Blessings, brave and bold What I traded for Exit door at the club from nowhere Way out in nowhere Earth getting warmer, wе going the other I can't do much but eat my colors Said what I say and rеally mean it We already in between what's written Make it hard to read Running with scissors, who's hanging by more thread? Freshman Friday, Def snatch and JanSport tags Left hand path, rocking ink blot blue All old news I think I need more gold I be at where I be And when they push that button Bet yo' ass gotta go [Hook: E L U C I D & KAYANA] When they push that button Yo' ass gotta go When they push that button Yo' ass gotta go When they push that button Yo' ass gotta go When they push that button Yo' ass gotta go When they push that button Yo' ass gotta go When they push that button Yo' ass gotta go When they push that button Yo' ass gotta go When they [Verse 2: billy woods] Every time I bit my tongue, down the line, turns out I shoulda said something Chills down my spine how she had the head busting 18 wheels on the rhyme, amphetamines grind, I'ma keep trucking My bedtime stories had the kids crying before they got tucked in, but fuck it The night dark and full of terrors Might fuck around and say Suge Knight three times in the mirror Have the ghost of Wack 100 appearing Hard on the eyes I gotta speak my mind Hard truths like cheesecake is a pie The kingpin act was fun But the playboy rap, son, you not that guy (You look ridiculous) If it's Cheesecake Factory Fridays with your co-parent, you don't gotta lie Anyhows, I got a pot full of grease, spittin' hot, so it's no fish too small to fry (I got time) It's no strip too lit for me to get mines No thighs too thick, nor hips too wide to wind pon I Nothing you can spit slicker than Breeze on Clear Blue Skies No father, my style wild bastardized (The dirty version) [Outro: sample] Hello? Hey, Andy Yo What's Nicole's old number? Which one? Nicole King, boy 277-7426 And, uh, another question, she can, she can move whatever anybody bring her, huh? Hm? Alright. Okay Huh? I said she can move, like, on, on, on the court side, she can move whatever anybody bring her? Probably, I don't know, I don't fuck with her You don't fuck with her no more, but when you was fucking with her, she could move without anybody bring her? Yup Alright, so, things haven't changed with the woman, alright Alright