Lyrics: Edwin Green/Adrian Walker/Olawale Onayemi/Dilip Venkatesh/David Crooms/Shane Moran/Adrian Malik Waller
Music: Edwin Green/Adrian Walker/Olawale Onayemi/Dilip Venkatesh/David Crooms/Shane Moran/Adrian Malik Waller
Producer: ADRIAN/DILIP/DvDx/Shane Moran
Okay so you wanna get active
Don't play when I come with the action
No clank what I roll with the ratchet
No case when I cover my face
** ** got fuse and they came in blasting
No mood ** came in packing
My mood don't never stay stagnant
My tool gon' forever say
On the west where your mind get wasted
Wear it on the waist till you like my fashion
Won't rest 'til I'm having my wave
Better get out my way for you end up flatting
I'm in full sin figure in the full clip
I'm in the pool pit speaking to assassins
For the cool ** I wanna see madness
** cool ** I wanna be huh
I ain't duck no ** I adapt it
I ain't trust no ** I'm manic
I ain't cover no net I'm picky
I ain't poppin' my chest I'm addict
I hit the stage and the ** get mean
You hit the stage and the ** get average
Most west side ** don't leave
Let me tell you what it's like to be trapped in
I can feel static in the air
I can peep the panic unprepared
Streets is watching havoc in despair
Keep an automatic if you scared
Keep them all attached and watch them yell
Sweep the car then crack it like a shell
Repeat until you're back from outta hell
Repeat until you're back from outta hell
In the night I could be what I want
Wish I like what I see when they run
I got white I got lean
Fine time my jeans it's on sight while I'm free from the sun
In the night I could be what I want
Wish I like what I see when they run
I got white I got lean
Fine time my jeans it's on sight while I'm free from the sun
Pardon me for even asking
How much longer 'til you **s in caskets
Goth text line and winter jacket
And that's just my ordinary fashion
Turns out when I speak I have been
The habit pen as cold as aspen
Turns out if I run this game
It's gonna be way more than them hundred yard dashes
Paris Texas going up
You see thunder lightning get to clashing
First they didn't give a ** once they understand
They goin' bad **
Can he bring the peace but he know buddhist
We plan on putting booter asses
We want more blues more cheese
Than foster homes could ever imagine
Used to do apologies
I don't do that anymore
Last time I worked nine to five
I think I was twenty four
Then I said ** normalcy
Wanting ** and mini orbs
Devastry and many tours
Chawls and panties to the floor
Paru was right next to me
I grew up round playing golf
She's my life whitney board
I pull up like dante **
Hit the stage with gun and sword
Hair was red like paramore
She thought she could take the day
Then I left that coochie sore
I went ghost like paranormal
I'm the evil ali
Flow like moth and sting like hornets
**ing raw in california
Abortions are still legal here
Never been a patriot
You won't find no eagles here
Left and right in corporate pockets
The ending now feels pretty clear
Hey I'll take in jobs and fresh water
Thank the billionaires
Revolution won't be televised
It's gonna be mean machine escapism to escapism
I be getting geeked
I don't know what nothing means
I could be what I want
Wish I like what I see when they run
I got white I got lean
Fine time my jeans it's on sight while I'm free from the sun
In the night I could be what I want
Wish I like what I see when they run
I got white I got lean
Fine time my jeans it's on sight while I'm free from the sun
Mastering Engineer: Joe LaPorta
Vocals: Paris Texas/Kenny Mason
Mixing Engineer: James Kang