Текст песни Black Dictum (feat. Money Mag) - Jared Morris

Crown Point
Black powder
Cedar Point
Gorilla opera
Staring at the lights in the bathroom at the bar
Floaters in the shape of Independence Mall
I bought some oranges and threw them away
I used the crate to build an amp
Independence Day with BBQ Fight
The Disney Channel, Nick At Nite
Ten Year On Autopilot
Four more to get it right
You're were clinging on to me
You were static, I'm electric
Two million women protest the election
Maybe someday sons of bitches will pay
Ethan Allen was a prick
Uses me to call in sick
She said, "Don't touch me when you come
You don't get to do that any more
You lost the privilege"
I said, "one more"
We made out to The Head on the Door

Uh, with every day that passes I'm just sticking to the basics
Sippin', gettin' wasted
Living in The Matrix
Came a long way from gettin' busy in the basement
Paid a lot dues and now I'm sick of being patient
But that's in the past and I don't wish I could erase
Cause when I make it happen, man they really gonna hate
My homie said it ain't gonna last forever so embrace it
But I don't got dough to waste at least until I know we made it
So um, never really focused on the past
Rarely show emotion, wouldn't know it if I'm mad
Everything is subtle, wouldn't know it if I brag
Cause I don't need everybody knowin' what I have
They say they make rules just to break fools
Life is like a game of chess you gotta make moves
Everybody for themselves, man I hate dudes
Gotta crawl before we walk so we pay dues

Is my body still familiar to you?
Did you fuck an alien then get a Starman tattoo?
Ambien and lemon, you take off your dress
The girls in tight skirts, the men impressed
Vacant, cat suits, black roots, default positions
Lacquered, liquored, black boots, a split decision
She spent all her time showing pussy online
At little of that is normal
But that much is a waste of time