[Intro]
We didn't commit to talk politics
We don't want politics, do we?
No way, no way politics, no way
Fucking sexist to say that
Well what the fuck do you know girl?
Go on, go home
Grow up and fuck off
Let's get the fucking music on and let's dance down, well, I reckon you should shut the fuck up and play some music
This the shit you gotta one take

[Verse]
Still drawing on the back of the test
Real Stalin coming back in the flesh
Field hard and I'm a natural disaster at rest
Deck stacked, dead passion in pen, in the past how it went, not how you wish a blackout event
Confidence ridden', the honest decision
Unpopular pig, still poppin' his shit
Fetal position when you locked in the net
Mama said your head is rotten within
Mama said your head is rotten with sin
Every other line I'm walkin' is thin
Peace to make enough in life, I'm all in the mint
Cool green, fruity terpenes and the dog with a hint
The dawn of the shit back over the edge
Got a loaded question, wanna bet that I can open the end?
Algorithm full of specters and I owe it to them
Whole philosophy, monotony eroding your INT
Stolen a stint, stopping the frisk like rolling a limp
My bro need a [?], shit can take you home in a pinch, my homies are right
Maybe I'm the only intent, an omen to mics
The face climbing over the shit, they know me I'm nice
Motherfuckers know what it is and know what it's like
Might defy the laws of this shit, I'm long in a fight
Phenomena of the trip [?] call and response, I'm talking to it
Look at me, I'm all in your thoughts, I'm all in your shit
Seeing through it all it's like I'm walling a shit, lockin' on to your shit
Lockin' on to your shit, but your fuckin' ideologies split
Tryna get down to it
Still tryna get down to it
Tryna get down to
Tryna get down to it
Still tryna get down to it
Tryna get down to it
Tryna get down to
Tryna get down to it