you’re not fucking hardcore, you’re not avant garde
you’re not punk rock, you’re just a fucking retard
you’re not something special, you’re not something new
you’re not fucking good, face it you’re a metal band
you’re not fucking hardcore, you’re not avant garde
you’re not punk rock, you’re just a fucking retard
you’re not something special, you’re not something new
you’re not fucking good, face it you’re a metal band
[Verse 1:]
Imma do my thing
Let me tell you right now
Cause i dont know any other way
Of living my life now
Some of you know the struggle
Some of you live in a bubble
Some of you hustle
And some of you just looking for troble
I dont follow or lead
Tommorows a dream,
Pray to god to intervine
On all the sorrow ive seen
You want out of here
You can leave if you wanna
If thats your type of persona
Life is shorter,
Now dont make me say it ten times
I keep going for mine
Even in the end times
I can beat the system
Come on and say it with me
Show me some optimism
We can take over the city
[Verse 1:]
Imma do my thing
Let me tell you right now
Cause i dont know any other way
Of living my life now
Some of you know the struggle
Some of you live in a bubble
Some of you hustle
And some of you just looking for troble
I dont follow or lead
Tommorows a dream,
Pray to god to intervine
On all the sorrow ive seen
You want out of here
You can leave if you wanna
If thats your type of persona
Life is shorter,
Now dont make me say it ten times
I keep going for mine
Even in the end times
I can beat the system
Come on and say it with me
Show me some optimism
We can take over the city
[Intro: French Montana (Max B)]
Hold on to ya looove. (yeah!)
[guy toking up]
Fuckin buddha comin at’cha live
Direct with the biggest, fattest joint
Comin in with indo flavors
Fuckin buddha comin at’cha like this
‘95
[B-Real]
It’s, Friday mornin, where the weed at?
Let me dip into my pocket for my fat weed sack
Cause I wanna get high like a plane
in the sky, with the indo cloud in my brain
Where the fuck are my zig-zags and my lighters?
So I can roll it and set it on fire
Damn, I wish I had scissors cause the shit is so sticky
that it’s gettin on my fuckin fingers
But it’s smokeable, double tokeable
I got the one-hitter quitter bombay shit that’s tokeable
I wanna do a joint venture
Let me make sure there ain’t no lump in the god damn center
Impregnated lookin joint, fuck it
I can smoke it and I still get faded
[guy toking up]
Fuckin buddha comin at’cha live
Direct with the biggest, fattest joint
Comin in with indo flavors
Fuckin buddha comin at’cha like this
‘95
[B-Real]
It’s, Friday mornin, where the weed at?
Let me dip into my pocket for my fat weed sack
Cause I wanna get high like a plane
in the sky, with the indo cloud in my brain
Where the fuck are my zig-zags and my lighters?
So I can roll it and set it on fire
Damn, I wish I had scissors cause the shit is so sticky
that it’s gettin on my fuckin fingers
But it’s smokeable, double tokeable
I got the one-hitter quitter bombay shit that’s tokeable
I wanna do a joint venture
Let me make sure there ain’t no lump in the god damn center
Impregnated lookin joint, fuck it
I can smoke it and I still get faded
