I don't give a f*ck about the governance
I don't give a f*ck about police
Feeling my whole life deplete
While the ocean has corrosive motions
As i place my focus on something unnoticed
Will it always be, two white broads and a rig on me
Pull out the back and drop all of my stacks on a pack that will turn to at least twelve racks
Alright
Feather the pressure
No chance is better than ever to feed to see to be while the pain holds up my main frame
The days erase
The case i place
Your bitch she fake
With a cold hard dick in her face
Alright
Fathom the path of the phantom
That's the anthem
Dead son creeping through your back door
Drawn sword feel it all run away oh epidemic call the medic
(Will he offer me)
You know - i mean - the world - we - you - and - i - share - and everyone shares
This is a model of the world, this is a model reality. Not the real - real - real reality
The real reality is completely unknowable
There is some kind of objective reality that we're immersed in when we're not on drugs
Its though were on drugs all the time
Aye
Sauce
Aye
Hear these silent voices inside my head
Subliminal messages saying f*ck the feds
We don't need no friends leave em dead
Hearing voices inside of my head
Smoke the pain away every single day
Stop
Have another panic attack
Frantic click back
The deadly kick back
Coming out out of our black out surrounded by bodies
That's my idea of a party
Funny how the game just flipped
Crazy how the fame just
Insane how quick we running up in this bitch
Steady moving through the background
Now we breaking in through the front punk
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I don't give a f*ck about the governance
I don't give a f*ck about police
Feeling my whole life deplete
While the ocean has corrosive motions
As i place my focus on something unnoticed
Will it always be, two white broads and a rig on me
Pull out the back and drop all of my stacks on a pack that will turn to at least twelve racks
Alright
Feather the pressure
No chance is better than ever to feed to see to be while the pain holds up my main frame
The days erase
The case i place
Your bitch she fake
With a cold hard dick in her face
Alright
Fathom the path of the phantom
That's the anthem
Dead son creeping through your back door
Drawn sword feel it all run away oh epidemic call the medic
(Will he offer me)
You know - i mean - the world - we - you - and - i - share - and everyone shares
This is a model of the world, this is a model reality. Not the real - real - real reality
The real reality is completely unknowable
There is some kind of objective reality that we're immersed in when we're not on drugs
Its though were on drugs all the time
Aye
Sauce
Aye
Hear these silent voices inside my head
Subliminal messages saying f*ck the feds
We don't need no friends leave em dead
Hearing voices inside of my head
Smoke the pain away every single day
Stop
Have another panic attack
Frantic click back
The deadly kick back
Coming out out of our black out surrounded by bodies
That's my idea of a party
Funny how the game just flipped
Crazy how the fame just
Insane how quick we running up in this bitch
Steady moving through the background
Now we breaking in through the front punk
I don't give a f*ck about police
Feeling my whole life deplete
While the ocean has corrosive motions
As i place my focus on something unnoticed
Will it always be, two white broads and a rig on me
Pull out the back and drop all of my stacks on a pack that will turn to at least twelve racks
Alright
Feather the pressure
No chance is better than ever to feed to see to be while the pain holds up my main frame
The days erase
The case i place
Your bitch she fake
With a cold hard dick in her face
Alright
Fathom the path of the phantom
That's the anthem
Dead son creeping through your back door
Drawn sword feel it all run away oh epidemic call the medic
(Will he offer me)
You know - i mean - the world - we - you - and - i - share - and everyone shares
This is a model of the world, this is a model reality. Not the real - real - real reality
The real reality is completely unknowable
There is some kind of objective reality that we're immersed in when we're not on drugs
Its though were on drugs all the time
Aye
Sauce
Aye
Hear these silent voices inside my head
Subliminal messages saying f*ck the feds
We don't need no friends leave em dead
Hearing voices inside of my head
Smoke the pain away every single day
Stop
Have another panic attack
Frantic click back
The deadly kick back
Coming out out of our black out surrounded by bodies
That's my idea of a party
Funny how the game just flipped
Crazy how the fame just
Insane how quick we running up in this bitch
Steady moving through the background
Now we breaking in through the front punk
Writer: Damon Rotoli, Joshua Rodas
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid