Lyrics:
to be a nice guy, but now I'm out hoein'
I used to like people, now I got an ego
When I was comin' up, society didn't treat me equal
The ladies used
than l should have felt better
Than l would have felt l really offer society something
You know if l wanted to kill somebody
I take this book and belt
life? Is it worth fighting for
When society makes it a crime to be poor
Who decided it's a crime to be poor?
Moonlight, Headlight, Streetlight, Starlight
[Words and Music - Adam Bickers]
[Verse 1.]
I look around and what do I see ?
Imprisoned minds in a sick society
I watch as the cycle goes on
Does
Cosigning confiding
In things that don't better society
People after that quick buck
Shit sucks for the ones that
Really give a fuck
on
a psychology, a battle of organon.
Use your eyes - you can see...
A society conformed into a blind machine
something tells you it cannot.
Television,
the pig hadda badge so society makes him right
To take a brother to jail and beat his ass all night
Or pull him over on the freeway
And blow him away for
someone that I should avoid
You think you leave your mark on society
But honey, your wold looks like a fashion magazine
Please pardon me for being
And technical advancements that that would be the awe of all.
Their concealment from society however, masks such glory,
Playing fundamentalist cult like spiritual
Modern society, get hip quick
Plus give me a breath, cause you're ridin my dick
Suckers like jockin for a large extent
Philosophy excused when
You get to know me you gon’ love me
As far as love be I ain’t tripping
No commitment thottie pippen
Wait I ain’t hard on these hoes
No society is
ghost on these rappers
Could you tell that I'm humble ayy
All this pressure from society
Is sorta like sobriety
But this is not a hide n seek
We gotta
euro d'l'heure
J'ai rien contre le succès, thanks to the almighty
Mec, n'essaie pas d'me sucer #MenaceToSociety
J'ai pas fait ça pour la gloire, j'ai
Waging war with society
Dumb, blank faces stared back at me
But nothing ever changed
Promises made in the heat of night
Creepin' home before it got
Open season, shoot, shoot
Inching so quietly, through, through
Killer society, you'll, you
Catch me, and find me, soon, soon
Open season, shoot,
society
If I'm in your neighborhood grab a gas mask
I got a white face yo I got a dark past
Don't kiss my as 'cause I
Know that I'm awesome
Ain't no
Boy why you tryna get in too much Caine in my society'll turn you to a menace..
Locked in wit they minds but they already put a bid in.. Playing with
my thoughts are going out to people stuck,
And outta luck because society don't really give a fuck about the culture,
Vulturous fiends, killing
society bluffin', lying and huffing
We keep it movin' over and over, we provin'
The realest, illest, and chillest
Rockin' chinchillas
Like what the fuck?
er den Bordstein
Frisst das ist wie
Society, weil jeder sich verpisst
An euer Leben spielt sich ab wie bei GZSZ
Doch m-A-S Copa scheißt auf
Modern
Now Johnny Brown from London Town was born in Lambeth Walk
And now that Johnny's growin' up, they're teachin' 'im to talk
Maybe in society, they
der Nagelmaniküre baby
Du bist High Society mit Straßenattitude
Italienische Designer
Schweizer Uhren mit deutschen Ländercodes
Du bist keine Bonnie
I will not tolerate this society anymore, come on!
Now get the fuck from in front of me!
V.I.P.'s like you ain't nothing but a pain in everybodies
I've got to stand up for myself
This society don't care about nobody else
I've got to be strong
Even if I know the feeling is wrong
I've got
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