Top Songs By Atrioc Chatters Labor Union
Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Dylan Clos
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Dylan Clos
Produzent:in
Joseph Pecson
Produzent:in
Lyrics
I got plans
Monday night
Call up Stanz
He like "aight"
You just a fan
Right right
Right right
You just a fan
Right right
Right
I got plans
Monday night
Call up Stanz
He like "aight"
You just a fan
Right right
Right right
You just a fan
Right right
Right
This bullshit won't be tolerated
This revolution won't be moderated by quack and the crew
Acting a fool
Packing the room with a pack full of wolves
Back in the day
When there were no streamers
Immaculate view of arenas
Now we got
1 screen
2 screen
3 screen
4 screen
Morphine
Unfortunate orphans with
Onlyfans girlfriends
War of the Worlds by Orson
Well aware
Downtown
Delaware
Telecom
Shit not
Really fair
Warfare
We need
Welfare
Hell cat
Health care
Hell yeah
Stream aint shit
So we gotta look
Elsewhere
Believers are broke
So we brace for the failure
Big Short the Big A
Dikembe Mutumbo
And Rumble might give you a 10 day to fumble
Pretending el gringo comprende el mundo
A sensei assembled a symbol, asunder
A peso, a package, a pay to win system,
The privilege your paycheck depends on a plunder
Your pockets Ozempic
I'm Pac with a pendant
Margiela my kicks
My streamer, my seller,
My dealer, my pundit
Degenerate shit
That bitch is redundant
If I wanted to make you mad
I'd ask you "what's the plan today?"
"How long till house?", email your dad
We know you paid handsomely
Well me and chat
Were thinking you might have a band for me
Or 2 or 3
Or 4 or 5
My brother we tryna survive
And I can't go live to get mine
Steer your career
Into wreckage like The Wager,
Mark you for misfortune
Dr. House pager,
Sick of being your Cuddy
No Mr. Rager
We need your paper
Ice ice
You're rocking a flannel
Ice ice
I'm blocking your channel
Strike strike
I'm striking the camel
That's breaking the back of the straw
You're mistreating chatters for laughter
And telling me I ain't seen what i saw
Then the ACLU was born in the flames
And got chat ready for war
Hey, Mr. Streamer
I hope you know,
That things won't be
Quite like before,
You could hide,
I hope you don't,
Let me just get UNO MAS
Before you go
Got the
"Those who don't
Fit through
The needle's eye
Need to die"
Point of view
Feeble mind
You need to realize
We more than you
Oh me oh my
The reason why we die
Is all because of you
I knew that my
Cold broken heart
Could never even be the proof
Fuck your freedom
Lead em to the colosseum
Feed em, bleed him, see him suffer
Leave you screaming like a Lehman Brother
CS Lewis of the streaming fuckers
I might need a buffer
My IQ is your FIDE number
RDC West, the union protest, logic pro x
I guess you could say it's a
Three way brotherrrrrr
Written by: Dylan Clos