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Adit - Where Is He Lyrics

[Chorus: Obi Ill Terrors]
Goddamn, yeah, I love the attention
Suicide boy, yeah, I love the affection
Object, yeah, I love the objection
Objectify me, girl, baby, ready my weapon
Cocaine is a hell of a preference
When living ain't cheap and your nose got a mouth
Six beers and it's asking me questions
Like who's got the plug and where is he now?

[Bridge: Obi Ill Terrors]
So where is he?
So where is he now?
So where is he now?
Where is he?

[Chorus: Obi Ill Terrors]
Goddamn, yeah, I love the attention
Suicide boy, yeah, I love the affection
Object, yeah, I love the objection
Objectify me, girl, baby, ready my weapon
Cocaine is a hell of a preference
When living ain't cheap and your nose got a mouth
Six beers and it's asking me questions
Like who's got the plug and where is he now?
[Verse 1: Marty Bugatti]
I don't know if I'ma be around this year
Hate getting out of bed, but I tell myself I love it
Days fly by like a Concorde here
I'm waiting for the crash, still waiting for the crash
Forty-five, ninety, hit the ground, my dear
By the time you know, it'll be too late
I'm all out of luck and I've been too scared
To answer voices I can't hear (Woo)
Role models say leave it, but I just wanna get livid
Keeping out of trouble's like keeping out of opinions
I don't know where it all goes, call me pronto
Acting like a honcho, but really I'm more like Gonzo
Mondo el a quattro, getting blocked nose
Hail Mary, baby, pop flow like a rock show
Dibble dabble dance with the Devil, but I never lock eyes
But I never lock eyes (Lock eyes)

[Bridge: Obi Ill Terrors and Lil Dijon]
So where is he?
So where is he now?
So where is he now?
Where is he?

[Chorus: Obi Ill Terrors]
Goddamn, yeah, I love the attention
Suicide boy, yeah, I love the affection
Object, yeah, I love the objection
Objectify me, girl, baby, ready my weapon
Cocaine is a hell of a preference
When living ain't cheap and your nose got a mouth
Six beers and it's asking me questions
Like who's got the plug and where is he now?
[Verse 2: Obi Ill Terrors]
Yeah, yeah, they got it
Pick it up and burn a pocket 'til they drop it
Fifty-ones is better odds and better profit
You forty-nine and you percenting out of pocket
Stop it, dishlickers, but you wouldn't go to trotters
It's all the same, sign your name on the dotted
What's your make? Run a rake at a rotty
Couple stakes and a staffy, like I'm sorry, but I'm not
Every time, I say it's fuckin' up my gut
Used to say it every day, think every day's enough (That's enough)
Now I'd rather hit the legs then give it up (Give it up)
V8's lickin' on the road to galahs (Oi)
Couple chicks want it, but the boys want a laugh
VB's flowing off the hoist and the bath
Yelling see me neck it out the sack or a cast
That's enough, just a day living burnt in the yard

[Outro: Obi Ill Terrors, Lil Dijon]
So where is he?
So where is he?
So where is he?
So where is he now?
So where is he now?
So where is he now?
Where is he?