TWO SIDES.
Poli, ticians
Get you on the floor
Oh, the poor spend all their time
Working hard and giving
Themselves heart-attacks
Poli, ticians
Lawyers protecting the accused
Outside without rencor you see
Abused, here in this world we have
Much things to do
Don' t protect yourself, they will pass
Over you
Get you on the floor
Do what the right ones do
Everybody dies cause the politics
The evil are proud of me baby
Nobody cares if they see me lying
Dead on the footway and my family crying
(Hey, hey)
Thinkin' about the carrousel of Astroworld
To put up with someone you need
Self control
Gimme dat P.U.S.S.Y, is all we say
When we are afraid.
(Hmm, hey)
Its just a concept, don't get angry
All i want is to be accepted, in tryint to fit
Are the consecuences, to be better use the ethics
All the shit that i sing is happen to me
And we're tired to see the message received
My homies and me, reclaimed to be free
The corrupts and we have differents beast
I'm the middle, I'm stress cause definition
Of freedom, is "Stuck" (Oh)
This motherfuckers my dick suck, huh
Call the police and you got shoot, huh
This lifestyle affects everyone
I have enough cause i don't have choice
Voices in my head and pression
Makin' a lot of noise, is only compression
We have one good voice
Nobody knows me but the corrupts
Have to dissapear me
Everybody dies cause the politics
The evil are proud of me baby
Nobody cares if they see me lying
Dead on the footway and my family crying
Steal all the money
Is your tradition
Disappear to anyone
Who knows about it
About it
Get you on the floor
Oh, the poor spend all their time
Working hard and giving
Themselves heart-attacks
Poli, ticians
Lawyers protecting the accused
Outside without rencor you see
Abused, here in this world we have
Much things to do
Don' t protect yourself, they will pass
Over you
Get you on the floor
Do what the right ones do
Everybody dies cause the politics
The evil are proud of me baby
Nobody cares if they see me lying
Dead on the footway and my family crying
(Hey, hey)
Thinkin' about the carrousel of Astroworld
To put up with someone you need
Self control
Gimme dat P.U.S.S.Y, is all we say
When we are afraid.
(Hmm, hey)
Its just a concept, don't get angry
All i want is to be accepted, in tryint to fit
Are the consecuences, to be better use the ethics
All the shit that i sing is happen to me
And we're tired to see the message received
My homies and me, reclaimed to be free
The corrupts and we have differents beast
I'm the middle, I'm stress cause definition
Of freedom, is "Stuck" (Oh)
This motherfuckers my dick suck, huh
Call the police and you got shoot, huh
This lifestyle affects everyone
I have enough cause i don't have choice
Voices in my head and pression
Makin' a lot of noise, is only compression
We have one good voice
Nobody knows me but the corrupts
Have to dissapear me
Everybody dies cause the politics
The evil are proud of me baby
Nobody cares if they see me lying
Dead on the footway and my family crying
Steal all the money
Is your tradition
Disappear to anyone
Who knows about it
About it
Credits
Writer(s): Jose Tamayo
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