Oh my god that’s the funky shit!
I’ve got word of thanks Thanks that I’d like to say For the rage that I feel The rage that I feel today Gotta stack, gotta stack Stack of chips on my shoulder In everything I do ’cause I made, I made I made the mistake of trusting you Yeah, people like you just fuel
If you believe the western sun is falling down on everyone If you break it free and the morning’s come If you would now your time has come If you believe the western sun is falling down on everyone And you feel it burn, don’t try to run And you feel it burn, your time
Yo, I used to check out lyrics upon the format Build with skill with technique – computer A-DAT My lyrical form is clouds on your brainstorm I get hyped, think, thought flow Acrobat, sync the track, pump the track Dance missions, clubs (close?) like spores react by (past?) Strong visions, and hurrying more Reflects on
Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up
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