Текст песни Sweatshop - Wooked

Hopin' we got the real Kodak Black
He was spittin' conspiracies
Talkin' real shit he was talkin' more than just his fucking theories
Now I'm wondering if I try the government gon' try and fucking take me
Freedom of speech only work if the U.S. don't play jealousy

Dead bodies the only thing picture worthy
Is there anything more that's worth spiritually
Besides my actions when they just worship me
But I'll tear up my chords and get lip surgery

Maybe I'll get better habits eventually
For now I'll keep getting high intentionally
I'm a illegal and sought after federally
So Somebody better come and hunt after me

Woah I'm getting dizzy
Caught me smokin swishy
How am I looking when I buss down getting jiggy

Only know the fucking two step
But I know you won't step
I can smell bitch need blood to wash out all of the punk bitch

Curb stomp head pop
Purge night dead cop
Working slaving y'all away like it's a fucking sweat shop

Use drugs
Bands bands
My blood is blue

Anxiety bugs
Crawling inside of you

I can hear angels playing broken violins
All the devil knows is how to play that fucking violence
The only way to win is blatant sins
But this hoe is in Georgia
And I'm Johnny fidilin
I know he fucking warned ya

Evil what we follow
All beliefs are shallow
Gotta watch the shadows
Hearts stay hallow

Yeah

Fuckin with a vision
2020 mission
Epidemic wrecking
Can't lose no positions

Come up cheating
Stay Hungry Fucking eating

Two
Noose
Hung right in front of you
Gotta make the decision that lay in front of you

Bleed
Out
You never had a choice
We pretend that we've all given each other a voice

Rip it out
Fill your head with doubt
Depression and anxiety is what we all about

No escape
This is your new room
We dress it up in freedom so you don't see all the tombs