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letra de pacifist! - william crooks

[intro]
can you just like, uh
can you just run to the store and get me a jar of peanut b-tter?
i’ll get you back, i promise
i ain’t got no money right now

[verse 1]
whole world, whole world got brain damage
hubble telescope, b-tch i’m lane changin’
my focus on a million, i’m maintainin’
i’m in the attic pullin’ strings
m.o.p., let it bang
(i wish i was a real boy)
yeah my nose is h-lla big, but it’s real life
i just broke my f-ckin’ wrist
truth be told
somethin’, somethin’ don’t feel right
two hundred feet tall
my head is in the clouds, but it’s still nice
all this metal in my mouth
thought i got clocked with a steel pipe, yuh
can’t be no peace if you droppin’ bombs
i just broke my f-ckin’ wrist
whole world on fire
b-tch the water look like brick
smokin’ weed on my front lawn
furs is fake, i eat the rich
[chorus]
b-tch i’m sittin’ sideways
swervin’ on the highway
can’t be no peace ’round here, yeah
head is full of migraine
dead pres’, did it my way
can’t be no peace ’round here
i just broke my f-ckin’ wrist

[verse 2]
flossin’, flossin’, i ain’t heard of that
f-ck you and your birkin bag
all my furs is fake
i don’t walk around with no murder tags (no murder tags) (whoa!)
eat the rich, i said eat the rich
eat the rich, i said eat the rich
i just broke my f-ckin’ wrist

i ain’t scared of death no more
i am not afraid to die legends never go
rock and roll hall of fame
i can see it through the cracks in the sky, yuh
n0body asks to be born
n0body asks for this sh-t
i ain’t got no m-th-rf-ckin’ health insurance
if i die, i die
i’m a pacifist, yuh
[chorus]
b-tch i’m sittin’ sideways
swervin’—swervin’ on the highway
can’t be no peace ’round here, yeah
head is full of migraine
dead pres’, did it my way
can’t be no peace ’round here

[refrain]
can’t be no peace ’round here, yeah
flossin’, flossin’, i ain’t heard of that
f-ck you and your birkin bag
all my furs is fake
i don’t walk around with no murder tags
can’t be no peace ’round here, yeah
eat the rich, i said eat the rich
eat the rich, i said eat the—

[outro]
i just broke my f-ckin’ wrist
smokin’ on that m-th-f-ckin’ mkultra and sh-t
b-tch the water look like brick
furs is fake, i eat the rich
i got brain damage (i’m in the year 3,000)
i just broke my f-ckin’ wrist
i got brain damage, probably (i’m in the year 4,600)
i just make the bread
i put it in the oven and sh-t

- william crooks

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