Lyrics:
Fiction Plane Two Sisters

I'm in love with two sisters Only weapons can decide Whose bed I share tonight And the cold mister mister He has got me in his sights If he shoots me

I'm in love with two sisters only weapons can decide Whose bed I share tonight And a cold Mr. Mister, he has got me in his sights If he shoots me down

the old (Sister, brother) Shittin' on your soul (Welfare mother) Profit is the goal (The revolution's comin' 'round) Payin' off a loan (Mass eviction) Elevate the zone (Ain't no fiction

end of phillies True believers ain't nothin new to a Crook with special powers like how to tell the future uh uh Rhyme of the month two page long Bustin off two

like end of phillies True believers ain't nothin new to a Crook with special powers like how to tell the future uh uh Rhyme of the month two page long Bustin off two