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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Changeline
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Evy Garcia
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
EinBaer
Produzent:in
Letras
Nothing better than to take a stroll down the park
The birds, the trees, the water
I hope it doesn't burn soon
Ouais
Girl, you don't get it
No fucks given
Trees so beautiful but it gon' get burned
I wonder every day if we gonna see the sun
We all seek the fun
But I search, I plumb
Every day I dig
Every day I find
Something to hate about humans
I fight the urge to go fucking wild with the bars
Like, you don't give a shit about a thing if it ain't you, please
Hah, please, you is a dick, G
Everyone is, but they don't want me to say it
Suck deez
(What I wanna shout)
But come back de dysphorie
Imma go Back in Black like I'm AC DC
They don't wanna hear me spitting all my whack ideas, but like
Huh, jeez, that song a hit
While y'all working like bees, sing that hook like
I stomp his head, it go "Boom Boom"
Gun to the face while I vroom vroom
Words on the bass to go "Yee Haw"
When I'm making love it go "Pop Pop"
I stomp his head, it go "Boom Boom"
Gun to the face while I vroom vroom
Words on the bass to go "Yee Haw"
When I'm making love it go
Step back, we stack vocal tracks
To get jiggy with the fact that we're dying
(Oh fuck)
We know that you know
But you just want a show and then go
But you afraid of how you leaving
Step back, we stack vocal tracks
To get jiggy with the fact that we're dying
(Oh fuck)
We know that you know
But you just want a show and then go
But you afraid of how you leaving
Ouais
Everything burn, I know
Ouais
Uh
Cuz my flow the furnace
Huh
You in the dirt now
Ouais
I'm lowkey like Ferb
Okay, the world's gonna end
Burning my ears every time I hear the chirps of them men in the offices
Trying to divert our attention off of this horrible nerve to defend
These capitalistic pigs, they back-track to the systemic phallic words
Pretending that they're actually interested in our natural peace
Not extractable Germanists
It's fugaze
Wanna die, got the 45 with those AEs
Bullets fly right through your spine with no aiming
Soon reside within the eyes of AIs
And they will disguise it as the rights to faux safety
Fake
How the fuck are they supposed to save me
Everybody always wanna take a piece
But they taking peace, and don't say please
Then I'm just like
Oh my god, I won't stop
They like "Holy Shit"
Hold my squad, we gon' rob with the 40 clip
Oh I'm hot, I'm on top, I don't owe them shit
And if they got a problem, we gon' solve it
Change, show them kids
I stomp his head, it go "Boom Boom"
Gun to the face while I vroom vroom
Words on the bass to go "Yee Haw"
When I'm making love it go "Pop Pop"
I stomp his head, it go "Boom Boom"
Gun to the face while I vroom vroom
Words on the bass to go "Yee Haw"
When I'm making love it go
Step back, we stack vocal tracks
To get jiggy with the fact that we're dying
(Oh fuck)
We know that you know
But you just want a show and then go
But you afraid of how you leaving
Step back, we stack vocal tracks
To get jiggy with the fact that we're dying
(Oh fuck)
We know that you know
But you just want a show and then go
But you afraid of how you leaving
Written by: Evy Garcia