William Crooks - Pacifist! текст песни

Текст песни Pacifist! - William Crooks



Can you just like, uh
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 maintainin'
I'm in the attic pullin' 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
I just broke my fuckin' wrist
Truth be told
Somethin', somethin' don't feel right
Two hundred feet tall
My head is in the clouds, but it's still nice
All this metal in my mouth
Thought I got clocked with a steel pipe, yuh
Can't be no peace if you droppin' bombs
I just broke my fuckin' wrist
Whole world on fire
Bitch the water look like brick
Smokin' weed on my front lawn
Furs is fake, I eat the rich
Bitch I'm sittin' sideways
Swervin' on the highway
Can't be no peace 'round here, yeah
Head is full of migraine
Dead pres', did it my way
Can't be no peace 'round here
I just broke my fuckin' wrist
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 (no murder tags) (whoa!)
Eat the rich, I said eat the rich
Eat the rich, I said eat the rich
I just broke my fuckin' wrist
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 mutherfuckin' health insurance
If I die, I die
I'm a pacifist, yuh
Bitch I'm sittin' sideways
Swervin' on the highway
Can't be no peace 'round here, yeah
Head is full of migraine
Dead pres', did it my way
Can't be no peace 'round here
Can't be no peace 'round here, yeah
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
Can't be no peace 'round here, yeah
Eat the rich, I said eat the rich
Eat the rich, I said eat the—
I just broke my fuckin' wrist
Smokin' on that muthafuckin' MKULTRA and shit
Bitch the water look like brick
Furs is fake, I eat the rich
I got brain damage (I'm in the year 3,000)
I just broke my fuckin' wrist
I got brain damage, probably (I'm in the year 4,600)
I just make the bread
I put it in the oven and shit



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