fuckin in a car,
shooting heroin,
sayin controversial things just for the hell of it.
selling melanin and then suffocate the black man.
start with misdemeanors and we'll make a
business out of them.
and we can find out the information,
access all the applications,
that are hardening positions,
based on miscommunication.
oh, fuck your feelings,
truth is only hearsay.
we're just left to decay.
modernity has failed us .
but I'd love it if we made it.
yes, I'd love it if we made it. (x3)
and poison me, daddy,
I've got the jones, right through my bones.
write it on a piece of stone,
a beach of drowning three year olds.
rest in peace lil peep,
the poetry is in the streets.
jesus, save us, modernity has failed us.
and I'd love it if we made it.
yes, I'd love it if we made it. (x3)
and I'd love it if we made it. (x3)
I'd love it if we made it.
tell me something I didn't know.
consolation,
degradation,
fossil-fueling masturbation.
immigration,
liberal kitsch,
kneelin on a pitch,
"I moved on her like a bitch",
excited to be indicted,
unrequited house with seven pools.
thank you, Kayne.
very cool,
war has been incited.
and, guess what, you're all invited.
and you're famous,
modernity has failed us.
and I'd love it if we made it. (x3)
tell me something I didn't know.
and I'd love it if we made it. (x2)
I'd love it if we made it.
