歌手:GhosteMane
专辑:《Heavens Gate Has The Best Punch》

So you thinkin' you a edgy ************ with your benadryl
No rent to pay and yo granny got yo phone bill
These ************* twenty-two, live like they sixteen
Ain't nothing urban bout a outfitter hypebeast, no identity
Sittin' 'round re-tweetin' tweets
From your favorite rapper you found out about like last week
Keep it trendy like a ***** ***** you oughta be
The schema da posse puttin' all yo fans to ******' sleep
Planet Earth is about to be recycled
Your only chance to survive or evacuate, is to leave, with us
So once you hit eleven likes you a king
***** be beggin' for you, I see
I bet you pick up on my sarcasm so easily, easily
Bury yo head in the ground and then don't come out
Better sort your ******' life out
There's more to life than hittin' synthetic drugs 'til yo lights out
When I was a kid on my bus I got a bible
Was told to read it
I took it home to my pops, he threw it in the trash and yelled
Don't you even that begun my life as a heathen
Questioning everything
Especially trends, among other ****, keepin' the population contained
The mind that was in Jesus, that mind is in me
I know what I just said, I said, I am the return of the Son of my Father
I'll tell you something that's even more remarkable
My Father came with me this time
**** don't mean a thing, if you got no money, no *****, no ****
Long as you got eleven likes, you won't lose any sleep
**** don't mean a thing, if you got no man, no cash, oh well
Long as you got eleven likes you won't hate yourself
**** don't mean a thing, if you got no money, no *****, no ****
Long as you got eleven likes, you won't lose any sleep
**** don't mean a thing, if you got no man, no cash, oh well
Long as you got eleven likes you won't hate yourself