[Verse 1] The subject's we toast. We bow to a host of problems And I'm bent, but I vow to solve them Somehow we will bend - build with clear conscience No burned bridges. We soothe with clear logic Think about non-sense; no thanks I'm on that low brow bougey shit with a big drink And its topped off. Mix it with the hot sauce Fuel to the fire inhibitions get chopped off No knock offs. We all original Even though we pirates to the tyrants of the digital Hugging all the bootleggers Salute truth sayers We make they points moot, without mutating Superheroes with a penchant for the idiom Until we kick the bucket, we be fucking with the pretty ones But you know we got love for the dodos too They're kinda pissed but they know I'm cute So...
[Hook] We gone. Yeah you know we're gone Cause we ain't stickin' round for this goddamn jawn I ain't sign up for nothing this damn dumb Keep your fucking newsletter. Give it to another bum
[Verse 2] And I know what they're gonna say: "Here today, and tomorrow he'll be on his way Ride-out, like he never even planned to stay." No chance, motherfucker. I am cocked and aimed And on target. Looking for a bargain We going for the win cause the past was a hardship Scuse me, scuse me. No more pardons Everybody's sentence is death so stop charging "Live Free or Die Hard", Bruce Willis said Sounds good so I'm headed to the Lilith Fair I'm going in just to kick it with my women folk And hopefully I'm coming out with the women vote That's a true story, no politics I need your help cause my music ain't polished yet And probably never will be but that's a good thing I'll spitshine till my amber lamps are glisteningTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
