Of Course, Divorce!

It feels like everyone is listening to me

Lost in a coma
Overcome with aroma
Romans come and they take your son
Teach him to be a soldier
Now he's older
Teach him to be a man
Breaking porcelain vases and horse racing through land of his enemies
Rape and pillage a fuckin village
But the culture will allow it it go along with they image
He a beast
Not to be discreet
This the same mindset defining the police
Bring em in fresh
Get a taste of the fresh meat
Make an enemy of anybody walkin on the street
From Wall Street
To the streets of Sao Paulo
Askin what now bro the Dow Jones fuckin down low
Might download an identity
Book a private jet Medellin and begin the fuckin meddling
Selling medicine
The pharmaceutical industry takes profit
Pull the chain off my neck and step on my fuckin locket
Hock a loogie spit that shit go inside of my eye socket
Tryna break into my spirit like vaults that are not locked yet
I ain't a consumer I'm a connoisseur
Type to cop the store
Go online to cop some more
Said the capitalist
Haphazardous with the cash he spent
Conspicuous consumption my brother you have passed the test

I don't care if I never get over you
I don't

Yeah
I miss when you helped me get ready
She grant me clemency when my appendages get heavy
Put a levy on my mind
America you fine bitch
Make me spend a dime whenever I'm out of line
Almost out of time
Lemme keep singing your praises
Amazing grace racist face put to pavement
By pavement I mean stone
By stone I mean a mountain
Jefferson fathered like 6 slaves but who's counting

But who's counting



Credits
Writer(s): Rory O'connor
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