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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Cro-Mags
Cro-Mags
Künstler:in
Harley Flanagan
Harley Flanagan
Leadgesang
Gabby Abularach
Gabby Abularach
E-Gitarre
Rocky George
Rocky George
E-Gitarre
Garry Sullivan
Garry Sullivan
Schlagzeug
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Harley Flanagan
Harley Flanagan
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Arthur Rizk
Arthur Rizk
Produzent:in

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
The next time someone looks at you
Like they got something to say
The next time someone bumps into you
Instead of getting out of your way
The next time someone starts talking shit
And you wanna punch them in their motherfucking face
I want you to think about one thing
Do you wanna be explaining to a cop
Why you punched this motherfucker in his throat?
Why you threw his friend in front of the fucking A Train?
Do you wanna be sitting in a cell thinking about
"Why the fuck did I do that?"
"Why couldn't I just let that motherfucker live?"
[Verse 2]
Where do you want to be—In two hours
Where do you want to be—In two hours
Where do you want to be—In two hours
Where do you want to be—In two hours
[Verse 3]
Man I remember sitting in a motherfucking cell
Thinking to myself, "What the fuck man?"
"What the fuck did I do?"
"Why did I fucking put myself here?"
None of these motherfuckers are worth it
The only thing that matters is your life
Don't fucking throw it away
Don't let some motherfucker drag you into a situation
That will fuck your life up
[Verse 4]
Man don't motherfucking get me started
Don't make me go medieval on your motherfucking ass
Written by: Harley Francis Flanagan
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