Текст песни STORM - False Serenity

Yeah! Everybody
It's about time that we united for the same cause
It's about time that we storm
And put an end to this
So, storm with me
Storm with me! Here we go

If I could make it more clear that I'm not faking for clicks
Then I would, especially for you babies that piss
And moan when I drop a song. Why can't you just move along
You got some really big talk, but it is all through the phone
Man, I'd love to see and hear you say that all to my face
But you don't got the guts I do, so just stay in your place
And if you want to beef, we'll go for weeks and for days
If you prevail, good game, but don't think I won't. No mistake
You've got a demonized version of me that's up in your head
You always try to take and twist up somethin' I said
You say I'm ignorant but that is immature, you kid
You're tryna' find any reason to get upset and pissed
Then you get real mad when I voice how I feel in a rocking groove
All I do is put words to a beat in autotune
Then you try to censor me unfairly 'cause you say it bothers you
When you should be focusing on all the things in the locker room

So, throw your hands in the air if you care
To fight for the right to choose what you wanna' wear
We'll storm to the top, yeah, make this public
Middle fingers aloft when we tell 'em to shove it
We gon' push, we gon' shove like we've lost it
We'll mush and well mosh 'til we breakout in mosh pits
We'll storm to the top, yeah, make this public
Middle fingers aloft when we tell 'em to shove it

We're not asking for no dress code; just a more relaxed one
You say there's a dress code, so we're not distracted
Funny 'cause if anything is distracting
It's the way the dress code is enforced by this whack job
To add to that, what distracts me is the teachers
The facial hair that they have, that or either
The tats or the fact that none of these rules
Don't apply to them at all in this discriminative school
If it was my choice, we'd storm from the front to back
While wearing what we want instead of wearing somethin' that's whack
And my hair will be down, yeah, it'll be touching my neck
And my shirt will be out in the front and untucked in the back
So let's raise our voices, let's shout and march
Let's crowd us all up and down the halls
If they try to move us, we'll stand our ground and halt
Tryna' stop us is like tryna' drown a sharl! (Now c'mon!)

So, throw your hands in the air if you care
To fight for the right to choose what you wanna' wear
We'll storm to the top, yeah, make this public
Middle fingers aloft when we tell 'em to shove it

Yeah, c'mon, MA
You really gonna' let Excel one up you on this one
(Haha) Nah, that's it, I ain't even gon' say nothin' no more
That's it, I'm out, I'm out. (Peace!)