Pop Bubble
Body Count, Jamey Jasta
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I'm fed up with this shit, I'm gonna say it, Ain't nobody gonna say it, I'm gonna say it Motherfuck this shit, you're all whores Music ain't sayin' shit no more Read my lips, read my lips you ain't talkin' bout shit America's losing they cribs Why you braggin' bout the shit you did? All the shit that you buy, most of it lies Yeah I know and you know I know The government's tapping the net Why you rappin' bout your car and check? I miss P.E., I miss group's like Rage This pop shit's making me physically sick Obama did 8 years 'cuz Why you singing bout bottles and clubs? This shit don’t make no sense Most of your fans can't pay their rent You've been sold a fantasy You're livin' in a bubble full of bullshit A pop bubble full of bullshit You've been sold a fantasy You're livin' in a bubble full of bullshit A pop bubble full of bullshit You're livin' in a bubble You've been sold a fantasy Little do you know the price we pay The sick are regarded children starve Our veterans come out to the real war They're penitent on borrowed time The beggars steal, the media lies Now you've been bought and fuckin' sold Feel steel like a temple, body count Music is coming along way Guys have gone from fight the power To what does Kim Kardashian have on today The f*ck's the matter with you? This pop shit's driving me fucking crazy And I’m not talking about the people that started out being popstars I’m talking about so-called 'hardcore' motherfuckers That'll do anything to get on the radio Eat a dick Body Count, motherfucker I can’t fake it This shit's whack I say this to your face, this ain't behind your back You corny motherfuckers, can't look me in the eyes Cause most of you are fake and you're living a lie You’re living in a lie The cops are still twisted The laws are still fucked The rich are still greedy Governments still corrupt You’re living in a fucking lie The news is all gossip People have no hope So what, you're making cash? Your soul is still broke You've been sold a fantasy You’re living in a bubble full of bullshit A pop bubble full of bullshit You've been sold a fantasy You’re living in a bubble full of bullshit A pop bubble full of bullshit You’re living in a bubble Bitch motherfuckers, don’t want no fight Ya mothefuckin' pants too tight You'll be in for a few And then you're through Cause pop ain't got no love So what? Your shit's in the club You want me to say some names? I'm too seasoned in this game That only give em' pop fame F*ck bloggers, f*ck bullshit hype Ice is the only one tonight Check my history, ain't shit changed Still OG, and I’m still insane Turn that fucking radio off
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Written by: ERNEST T CUNNINGAN, TRACY LAUREN MARROW, VINCE DENNIS, WILLIAM PUTNEY
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