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Triple One – Where is He? Lyrics

Where is He? Lyrics – Triple One

God damn, 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 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?

So where is he, so where is he now?
So where is he now?
Where is he?

God damn, 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 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?

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 Concord here
I’m waiting for the crash, still waiting for the crash
45, 90, 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
Role models say live 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 devil but I never lock eyes
But I never lock eyes

So where is he?
So where is he now?
So where is he now?
Where is he?

God damn, 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 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?

Yeah, yeah, they got it
Pick it up and burn a pocket ’til they drop it
51’s is better odds and better profit
You 49 and you percenting out of pocket, stop it
Dish lickers 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 fucking up my gut
Used to say it everyday
Think everyday’s enough
Now I’d rather hit the legs then give it up
V8s licking on the road to galahs
Couple chicks want it but the boys want a laugh
VBs 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 your yard

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?