The Prodigy, by Skittles

The Prodigy

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	1.	The Prodigy (Prod. TMNMS & Kong) 03:26	lyrics	buy track
	Impossibly, they’ve forgotten me, the prodigy. I won the lottery and forgotten it. The studio’s so cottagey. what’s this got in it? we’ve gotta stop shottin it they sent me to lobotomy like they don’t know what I got in me no stopping me making a mockery smashing philosophy like it’s crockery properly your words worth more in monopoly probably what’ve ya got for me not for free I’ll pay you properly probably they say there ain’t no god in me Because there ain’t no godly bodily’s waddlin but.... probably there’s got to be but not to me it’s all for free I see us all as me nothings proper super extra Ordinary awkwardly They see that to record’s a treat you talk on it talk on it sleep on it till the walk on it more chronic Space it arrange it I’ll put my thoughts on it More sonnets say my name and put some force on it more sonics Why book a couple tours from it when your born from its lawns chronic It’s picket fence isn’t picket signs you can pick its time you can pick its place this is space your tonic this is matter does it matter pass the baton to the back and save your face still gotta bend over to tie Lace start the chase 2 1/2 minutes go through with R Kid it’s like doing half a Guinness when you start after you finish this is space manifest to actualise matter where actual lives matter Don’t actualise that I’ll put that up in its place coz this is space