HUMAN RIGHTS
No more fallen pianos or pratfalls
No broad comedy, not flying economy no more
A hundred guitar amps stacked to the wall
No more foreign wars I brought 'em home to y'all
De Gaulle
Cannonball smoke like Gauloises
Chords broke the Les Paul
Neck crack, still float dead hard
Kick drum dead leg bent bars
The bassline black metal, the devil get involved
Hate crimes with effect pedals, the love just dissolved
Or distorted maybe it was never love at all
Still get the band back together, one more tour
Still get the band back together, one more tour
One more tour
In D.C. like HR
'03 Iraqi playing cards
Gold teeth on the bandsaw
Rare leaf in the jam jar
Rare leaf in the jam jar
In D.C. like HR
'03 Iraqi playing cards
Gold teeth on the bandsaw
Rare leaf in the jam jar
Rare leaf in the jam jar
Yo
Before you season the food you season the pan
We believe in the truth then believe in the man
Sit a man down, that's his reason to stand
Unless you've got guests, and I got a feast planned
The turntable is set
Hurt radio met with blank stares
Banks scared as we shred tear up angel of debt
Damn shame people do work for Lucifer
We top ten most wanted at a New York music store
Rock for light, talk all night
Shock the White House
Doctor Know Human Rights
Transcend every era or genre
God tier squad feared more than your momma
God tier squad feared more than your momma
One more tour get the band back together
Youngcore, Woods back, handsome as ever
At this level it's not about formal ability
It's about normally chilly hearts warm filled nobility
In D.C. like HR
'03 Iraqi playing cards
Gold teeth on the bandsaw
Rare leaf in the jam jar
Rare leaf in the jam jar
In D.C. like HR
'03 Iraqi playing cards
Gold teeth on the bandsaw
Rare leaf in the jam jar
Rare leaf in the jam jar
Yo, YOUNGMAN
This is Lili Hayes
Calling to congratulate you on dropping the greatest hip hop record of all time
Listen, and by being the best uncle that you wanted to have honey
You're full of love, full of fucking skills
And you don't look a day over 69 you mother fucker
I love you man, I wish you the best for me and Kevin, congratulation
You made it
No broad comedy, not flying economy no more
A hundred guitar amps stacked to the wall
No more foreign wars I brought 'em home to y'all
De Gaulle
Cannonball smoke like Gauloises
Chords broke the Les Paul
Neck crack, still float dead hard
Kick drum dead leg bent bars
The bassline black metal, the devil get involved
Hate crimes with effect pedals, the love just dissolved
Or distorted maybe it was never love at all
Still get the band back together, one more tour
Still get the band back together, one more tour
One more tour
In D.C. like HR
'03 Iraqi playing cards
Gold teeth on the bandsaw
Rare leaf in the jam jar
Rare leaf in the jam jar
In D.C. like HR
'03 Iraqi playing cards
Gold teeth on the bandsaw
Rare leaf in the jam jar
Rare leaf in the jam jar
Yo
Before you season the food you season the pan
We believe in the truth then believe in the man
Sit a man down, that's his reason to stand
Unless you've got guests, and I got a feast planned
The turntable is set
Hurt radio met with blank stares
Banks scared as we shred tear up angel of debt
Damn shame people do work for Lucifer
We top ten most wanted at a New York music store
Rock for light, talk all night
Shock the White House
Doctor Know Human Rights
Transcend every era or genre
God tier squad feared more than your momma
God tier squad feared more than your momma
One more tour get the band back together
Youngcore, Woods back, handsome as ever
At this level it's not about formal ability
It's about normally chilly hearts warm filled nobility
In D.C. like HR
'03 Iraqi playing cards
Gold teeth on the bandsaw
Rare leaf in the jam jar
Rare leaf in the jam jar
In D.C. like HR
'03 Iraqi playing cards
Gold teeth on the bandsaw
Rare leaf in the jam jar
Rare leaf in the jam jar
Yo, YOUNGMAN
This is Lili Hayes
Calling to congratulate you on dropping the greatest hip hop record of all time
Listen, and by being the best uncle that you wanted to have honey
You're full of love, full of fucking skills
And you don't look a day over 69 you mother fucker
I love you man, I wish you the best for me and Kevin, congratulation
You made it
Credits
Writer(s): Paul Nathaniel Barman, Joseph Murphy, F. Porter
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