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I quit lookin' for solutions (No offense) Bought a pistol and learned how to use it You can't fix stupid Apes stood and walked into the future March of progress end hunchbacked in front the computer Sooner or later it's gon' be two unrelated active shooters Same place, same time Great minds, Tesla and Edison Selling pussy 'cross state lines, they veterans Hangman, one look all it take to take they measurements My taxes pay police brutality settlements Quicksand every direction so go ahead and step on in Kickstand for the weapon, tumor pressing on his brain But ya man wasn't forgetting to adjust for the wind Dead hand reach from the past to guide events The document is undead Common sense says my ancestors was the worstest of men First sign of trouble, motherfuckers shimmy right out that human skin Kids, you and your friends gon' have to start again It's nothing you can do with us, we're fucked up We're fucked, poison everything we touch Withered and died, burn it down with us inside Burn it to the ground, make sure don't nobody survive Kids, you and your friends gon' have to start again It's nothing you can do with us, we're fucked SongtexteWe're fucked up, poison everything we touch Withered and died, burn it down with us inside Burn it to the ground, make sure we don't survive Check! Low vibration, moral high ground You slippin' at night like a old bitch nightgown I ain't tryna hear about later, this is right now These niggas ain't got shit, like it's [?] Danny Brown back like skinny white girls Workin' out, 'bout to get the money like curls Pull up, get ripped, nigga deadlift Sit up, push up, bicycle kick Not for nothin', I'ma leave with sumthin' If not, bitch, then it's Good Will Hunting You ain't gotta worry 'bout if we coming Niggas slidin' on you and this ain't Cool Runnings No pun intended, I'ma step on business Got it for the low, like the day after Christmas Niggas illiterate, can't read the room we in So get your cameras out, it's a movie then Shit, I'm about to flip the script Like they just cut the budget Wilin' out, showin' my ass out in public La, la, la, can't tell me nothin' Nights like this, bitch, David Ruffin Who you thought it really was? What you thought, that it wasn't? Niggas lyin' like ya cousins When you know his ass wasn't Tell 'em drive through, like twenty-piece nuggets Broke like the ice cream machine You niggas rubbish, ah ha ha ha I'ma drop the low, 'til that ho come through Sorrento paint a house at the Fontainebleau Everything I dreamed for, it done came true I did it my way, ain't play by your rules You the typa nigga to get lipo I'm the typa nigga that caught work on a iPhone If I lose weight, I get caught in a drug zone I ain't worried 'bout the hate, I just wonder where the love gone Aus Songtexte Mania