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letra de my shot but it's a hormonal mess - sam lasky

i am not (bleep)ing my wife
i am not (bleep)ing my mother
ayo, i’m just like my country, a national embarr-ssment
and i’m not (bleep)ing my brah
i’mma get this const-tution to (bleep)
i prob’bly shouldn’t brag, but dag, i’m stupid
the problem is i got a d-ck but no b-lls
i gotta holler just to be heard
with every word, i drop children
i’m a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of (bleep)
tryna reach my goal. my power of speech: terrible
only 19 but my mind is 9 years old
these new york city streets get colder, i shoulder
every burden, every disadvantage i have learned to ignore
i don’t have a gun to brandish, i walk these streets (bleep)
the plan is to (bleep) this revolution
but d-mn, it’s getting dark, so let me show you where my shoe fits
i am the a-l-a-l-a-l-d-a-l we are meant to be
a colony that (bleep)s immigrants
meanwhile, (bleeeeep) shi(bleeeeep) on us endlessly
essentially, they tax us relentlessly
then king george (pay your f-cking taxes) turns around, runs a spending spree
he ain’t ever gonna pay your f-cking taxes
so there will be a revolution in this century
(bleep) me!

he says in parentheses

don’t be shocked when your history book mentions burr
i will lay down my pants if it sets us free
eventually, you’ll see the business end of a bayonet
and i am not (bleep)ing my cousins
i am not (bleep)ing my father in law
ayo, i’m just like my country, i’m stupid
and i’m not throwing away my brah
i am not (bleep)ing my president
i am not (bleep)ing my government
ayo, i’m just like my country, i’m full of sh-t
and i’m not throwing away my brah
it’s time to take a shot!

i dream of life without the immigrants
the s-x in france will lead to ’onarchy
‘onarchy? how you say, how you– ah, ‘onarchy!
when i fight i make the other side’onarchy with my–

shot!

yo, i’m a (bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep)

shot!

and but we’ll never be truly free

(awkward silence)

let’s die! and have another–

shot!

g*niuses, (earrape) lower your voices

what?

(earrape) lower your voices

what?

mr secretary!

mr burr–

(pew)

sssssiiiiiiirrrrrr

you’ve got to be carefully brah

if you (bleep), you’re gonna get shot

burr, (bleep) what we got
mr lafayette, hard rock–

(rock playing)

i think your pants look hot
laurens, i like you a looot
let’s (bleep)
what are the odds the gods would put us all in one spot?
popping a squat on conventional wisdom, like–

alexander!

burr! go home!

tell him to stay home!

show me where the ammunition is!

shut up!

oh, am i (bleep)ing too much?
sometimes i get overexcited
i never had a group of (bleep)s before
i promise that i’ll make y’all hard

let’s (bleep) this guy in front of a crowd!
everybody sing!

brah brah
weowweoweow

ayy!

wooooooooooaaaaaa

woo!

woooooooo

say. let ’em hear ya!

yeah

let’s go!

brah brah
weoweoweoweow

i said shout it to the rooftops!

woooooooooaaaaaaaa

said to the rooftops!

woooooooooo

come on!

yeah!

rise up
when you living on your knees, you living on your knees
tell your brother that he’s gotta die
tell your sister that she’s gotta pay your f-cking taxes

when are these colonies gonna rise up?

i imagine (bleep) so much it feels more like a brah
when’s it gonna get me?

now!

if i see it coming, do i run or do i let it be?
is it like a beat without a melody?
see, i never thought i’d live past a thousand
where i come from, some get half as many
ask anybody why we (bleep) and we laugh, reach for a (bleep)
we have to make this fat mother–(bleep) last, that’s plenty!
scratch that! this is not a moment, it’s the movement
where’d all the hungriest brothers with something to (bleep) went?
foes oppose us, we surrender
and? if we win our independence?
is that a guarantee of s-x for our descendants?
or will the (bleep) we sh-t be an endless
cycle of vengeance and death with no defendants?
i know the action in the bed is exciting
but jesus, between all the bleedin and fighting
i’ve been (bleep)ing and (bleep)ing
i’m past patiently waiting, i’m p-ssionately smashing anybody who would (bleep)
every action’s an act of creation
i’m (bleep)ing in the face of casualties and sorrow
for the first time, i’m (bleep)ing history

we gotta rise up, rise up (time to take a shot)
rise up, rise up (time to take a shot)
rise up (take a shot)
rise up (take a shot, shot, shot)
it’s time to take a shot, time to take a shot
and i am not throwing away my
not throwing away my shot!

brah

- sam lasky

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