lyrics
CHORUS
baller, shot caller, gotta wear a shock collar
just to keep myself in check, i’m a pessimist with too much regret
got a set goal that i set forth in like two thousand plus ten
i’m, like, too foul to be upset at these punk clowns that get dumb bread, so i fuck them, like, to death, like:
“oh my god, he’s ruthless”
right?
starve at the bottom for a minute
take a quick trip to the mental clinic
sit with a shrink steady talking about every pit that i dig to the point that ended up in it
nowadays it’s all tongue in cheek
they’re all balls to the wall, but most talk is cheap
so i salt my meals with the tears of my enemies
fault my peers for the sins of their family
manage these nuts, fuck you
i don’t give a fuck about what ensues
trump is the president now, and i’m ready for the revolutionary war part two
sore to the core
set forth poor man’s worn uniform
torn into fours
two sides, two halves: left and deformed
best days test frame corner to corner
ornery disorder
way past teen angst, born into scorn
lore of dis//cours libre
free speech guaranteed to all but the alt-right
nazis die like ‘white pride goodnight’
oh damn, i don’t want to hear it like it’s bad news
so glad you ferrets found your way into my bathroom
and past noon, these lands belong to me and mine
you assholes can struggle all you want, because my folk don’t mind the tussle
credits
from
NKNGS,
released November 4, 2017
Lyrics by NKNGS
Beat by Caveman Summer
Vocal Engineering by NKNGS
Mixing by NKNGS
Mastering by Josh Penaluna
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