William Crooks - Peace Lyrics

Lyrics Peace - William Crooks



Flossin, flossin' I ain't heard of that
Fuck you and your Birkin bag
All my furs is fake, I don't walk around with no murder tags (whoa)
Eat the rich, I said eat the rich
Eat the rich, I said eat the rich
Man, run that shit the fuck back!
This is Benny, fool
Bro can you just like (Benny you got me fucked up)
Can you just run to the store and get me a jar of peanut butter?
I'll get you back, I promise
I ain't got no money right now
Whole world, whole world got brain damage
Hubble telescope, bitch I'm lane changin'
My focus on a million, I'm maintaining
I'm in the attic pulling strings
M.O.P. let it bang
(I wish I was a real boy)
Yeah my nose is hella big, but it's real life
Truth be told
Something, something don't feel right
Two hundred feet tall
My head is in the clouds, but its still nice
All this metal in my mouth thought
I got clocked with a steel pipe, yuh
Can't be no peace if you dropping bombs
Whole world on fire
Smokin' weed on my front lawn
What the fuck
Bitch I'm sitting sideways
Swerving on the highway
Can't be no peace 'round here, yah
Head is full of migraine
Dead pres', did it my way
Can't be no peace 'round here
Flossin, flossin' I ain't heard of that
Fuck you and your Birkin bag
All my furs is fake, I don't walk around with no murder tags (whoa)
Eat the rich, I said eat the rich
Eat the rich, I said eat the rich
I ain't scared of death no more
I am not afraid to die
Legends never go, rock and roll hall of fame
I can see it through the cracks in the sky, yuh
Nobody asks to be born, nobody asks for this shit
I ain't got no motherfucking health insurance
If I die, I die
I'm a pacifist, yuh
Bitch I'm sitting sidway—
Swerving, swerving on the highway
Can't be no peace 'round here, yah
Head is full of migraine
Dead pres', did it my way
Can't be no peace 'round here
Motherfuck
Flossin, flossin' I ain't heard of that
Fuck you and your Birkin bag
All my furs is fake, I don't walk around with no murder tags
Eat the rich, I said eat the rich
Eat the rich, I said eat the—
Yeah, smokin' on that motherfucking MK Ultra and shit
Whatchu know about that?
I got brain damage (I'm in the year 3000)
I got brain damage, probably (I'm in the year 4600)
Me? I just bake the bread
I put it in the oven and shit
I step up in front of this shit
I put in a hundred percent
Ain't nobody tellin' me shit
Ain't nobody tellin' me shit
Some of y'all need to smell your own shit
I can not relate
Yeah, I'm that bitch
We are not the same
Bitch, I'm different
I'm so different
I just broke my fucking wrist, I just broke my fucking wrist
Bitch the water look like brick
Furs is fake I'll eat the rich
Furs is fake I'll eat the
Do what God tells you
How's that blood money gonna burn
When your house in the hills is on fire?
Hope you live long enough to watch the earth die
Hope it fuckin' burns when the smokes in your eyes
Hope you choke on the air you ruined for a price
Yeah, what did it cost?
Do you believe God forgives?
Hope your proud of the money and the power
For the pain and a future that you ruined for your grandkids, bitch



Writer(s): E. Record


William Crooks - Thunderbird
Album Thunderbird
date of release
14-04-2020




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