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System Video (MV)




Performed By: Curtis Waters
Language: English
Length: 2:09
Written by: Abhinav Bastakoti




Curtis Waters - System Lyrics




Sell your soul for a good price
Sell your soul for a good price
That's a dream never think twice
That's a dream

I'm not your purse
I'm not your product
I'm from the dirt
You're copping Prada
My people hurt
It's getting harder
My people hurt
It's getting harder
I need some money
I need some money man
I'm f*cking hungry
I really need a hand
Ain't nothing sunny
Back in the mother land
A f*cking cycle
That we all running in

I'm boutta f*ck the system up
I'm boutta f*ck
I'm boutta f*ck the system up
I'm boutta f*ck
I'm not your product
I'm boutta f*ck the system up
I'm boutta f*ck
I'm boutta f*ck the system up
I'm boutta f*ck
I'm not your product

F*ck all pigs they're a part of the system
F*ck all pigs they're a part of the system
Ain't no peace for my brothers and sisters
Ain't no peace for my brothers
They do not want us to breathe
Can't even walk in the streets
To them we're all just machines
In the American dream
They say that they just want peace
But then they leave us to bleed
They'll never see what we see
They'll never see what we see

Sell your soul for a good price
Sell your soul for a good price
That's a dream never think twice
That's a dream

I'm boutta f*ck the system up
I'm boutta f*ck
I'm boutta f*ck the system up
I'm boutta f*ck
I'm not your product
I'm boutta f*ck the system up
I'm boutta f*ck
I'm boutta f*ck the system up
I'm boutta f*ck
I'm not your product
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Sell your soul for a good price
Sell your soul for a good price
That's a dream never think twice
That's a dream

I'm not your purse
I'm not your product
I'm from the dirt
You're copping Prada
My people hurt
It's getting harder
My people hurt
It's getting harder
I need some money
I need some money man
I'm f*cking hungry
I really need a hand
Ain't nothing sunny
Back in the mother land
A f*cking cycle
That we all running in

I'm boutta f*ck the system up
I'm boutta f*ck
I'm boutta f*ck the system up
I'm boutta f*ck
I'm not your product
I'm boutta f*ck the system up
I'm boutta f*ck
I'm boutta f*ck the system up
I'm boutta f*ck
I'm not your product

F*ck all pigs they're a part of the system
F*ck all pigs they're a part of the system
Ain't no peace for my brothers and sisters
Ain't no peace for my brothers
They do not want us to breathe
Can't even walk in the streets
To them we're all just machines
In the American dream
They say that they just want peace
But then they leave us to bleed
They'll never see what we see
They'll never see what we see

Sell your soul for a good price
Sell your soul for a good price
That's a dream never think twice
That's a dream

I'm boutta f*ck the system up
I'm boutta f*ck
I'm boutta f*ck the system up
I'm boutta f*ck
I'm not your product
I'm boutta f*ck the system up
I'm boutta f*ck
I'm boutta f*ck the system up
I'm boutta f*ck
I'm not your product
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Writer: Abhinav Bastakoti
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