Lyrics:
it's for your own good it's fucking disgrace
Doc martens and leather jackets
We will topple these fucking fascists
Doc martens and leather jackets
We
somethin' for ya
Get rocked by my midnight Glock
Sniper through sound vocal rival to invade the block
Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch
all across the land
We must fight by our joining hands
Listen to what we have to say
We are young we are the future
We are the sons of rock, rock oh
ain't like me
Pull up wit a bad bitch
Niggas thinking she's for hire
Change my name to blacksmith
By the way I slang that iron
You know it's a ratchet
life
One time for the one's who keep up the fight because
Yeah
It's alright tonight
Keep runnin' straight through 'til you find the light
Everyday's
slow
Knew music was my true talent so I made it my goal
So down in the slumps almost dropped out of school
I do it for me and that's cash money rules
Go
our Savior, Adrenaline
Adjusted by a situation
Inspiration, that's music
And that's us
Here we go
Ya, that's what I'm talkin' about right there
You
Yellow skintight cardigan, he win with the PEDs
Melo limelight in Manhattan, he play with the VIPS
Burlap jacket, woulda go yard by the sack
Yaktrax in
cautious
I'd never been in an office
Made for production of music
The level of anticipation was making me nauseous
Wrote Mental Torture for my mother who
you close your eyes on earth you gon wish you lived right
When you get tempted by satan, God will teach you how to fight
The things the devil whispers
people do for fame
And they say it's in Jesus' name
Respect, Loyalty, putting in the time
Courage, Fight, putting it on the line
Yall don't pay homage yall
somethin' for ya
Get rocked by my midnight Glock
Sniper through sound vocal rival to invade the block
Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch
It's not just the weather
My hands are cold
It's hard
To go out now
It's hard
To go walk around
Without you by my side
Now when I slip on my jacket
You
on these mics
Dead em all, all in a fight
Fuck it’s a wonderful night
Y’all gon make me take a (hey!)
These just madlibs
That was written by a bad kid
Always
finger
Why not bear every scar as your armour
Hospital gowns as battle jackets
With our backhands bruised by cannulas
And tangled in cheap white bedsheets
make a mess, who gets left with the mop?
You do right by God and it's wrong to his God
And if you don't believe in God, they say you're wrong
Well, what
all live bets
We'll see how bright the lights get
The illest attack, I fight with artillery jacket
Physically smacked then verbally humbled
You stumble
Sneakers have been a part of my life
Since I was a baby
For me it was the nostalgia factor
You know if there was one thing
I never had to worry about
Showcase my whole case
Call the witness, that's yo place
Don't switch up, you on the stand
Do you really understand
What it's like to constantly fight for
rhymes in Ghana tryna play Amadeus and Brahms cut to now it's time for
Rap Opera
This is renaissance music (Let me tell 'em what it is)
Cyberspace music
me forget the pain
Just for the night
Trying so hard to be okay
But I'm losing the fight
Yeah, I keep smilin' just tryna hide the pain
I keep tryna
Back when I was young
I was known for giving in
Always had to fight
'Cause my life was sink or swim
Why can’t I float?
Why can’t I just
Live, live,
Let these words be your Earth and moon, you consume every message
As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression
And with that being said,
careful child, be careful, Your soul of pure won't live through cruelty
Ay, Ay
Want all my jackets designer, all of my chairs are recliners
Only live once
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