Текст песни Done Talking - Proper

Don't want to talk it out

I swear to god
The next person that even looks at me wrong
Is getting hit so hard
Their grandkids will sing folk songs
About the god of silent rage
I've been drinking all day
Screaming fuck you I won't do what you tell me
Like it came out yesterday
Cuz I want all the smoke
Yeah I'm tryna go that route
Never held a gun but best believe I'll air this bitch out
This ain't a fight song
It's a song to catch a charge to
Riot behind bars to
For when these hands are long past due

They keep asking
Why you so mad?
Because America raised me
I'll finally be the angry black man that y'all wanted to paint me
So I'm belligerent
I'm indifferent
I'm deliberate
Don't get it twisted
But I'm done fucking talking
It's on sight as soon as I walk in
Don't give a fuck about what's in your pockets
Out for blood, not here for the two fives in your wallet
Trying to make it on Worldstar
Hope that everyone's watching
Better call out of work because right now I'm fucking clocked in

I am the god of silent rage
I bite my tongue
I hold my breath

I am the god of silent rage
I bite my tongue
I hold my breath

I am the god of silent rage
I bite my tongue
I hold my breath
Count to ten
Point out everything blue in the room

Bite your tongue
Hold your breath
Don't crack
Don't crack
Don't fucking crack
I am the god of silent rage
But not today

And I wish a nigga would try to run up and steal off me
Make it personal
Boy I'm aiming at your whole family tree
Rip it up, root and stem
Tear you limb from limb from limb
Don't bother praying to god
You're about to meet him
A walking, breathing deadly sin
Boy you don't know where I've been
Oh you think you're fucking slick
This ain't a game
This ain't a fucking trick
Look at me when I talk to you
Who the fuck you think you talking to?
Should've listened when your boys tried stopping you
Call the deacon when they're done chalking you
No one ever sees me coming
Take it zero to 100
Make an issue all the sudden
Throw it all away for nothing
Because I've just been waiting to explode
Nowhere for all this rage to go
So I'll go toe to toe
With niggas from Tupelo to Tokyo
And even if I lose
I'mma take you down too
Got a death wish, a short fuse and a bottle of booze
Shut the fuck up
All that talking
Place your bets and get your stocks in
When the bodies start dropping
Let's fucking get it popping