Dismiss
We gonna make it to the hit-list
I can feel it
We all got the heat
Make a quick twist
If you fuck with one of us
We still lit
And you still pissed,
Cause you got mad
So we had to dismiss you, you, you, you
You, you, you, you
Made a wrong move, move
There was no excuse, no truth, no truth, truth
It's all your fault don't put the blame on us
The leaves are falling don't try to pick em up
So tired of the hate
We just wanna create with love
Making big moves
But all undercover
Acting like thieves in the night
Heading towards our dreams without a fight, fight
We gonna make it to the hit-list
I can feel it
We all got the heat
Make a quick twist
If you fuck with one of us
We still lit
And you still pissed,
Cause you got mad
So we had to dismiss you, you, you, you
(Okay, yeah)
The part when everybody tries to fix you
But you're already broken by your issues
You got a problem, I got six new (Huh)
Thanks to the homies
For carrying me through life
I'm so scared shit I fell in hell
Baby right now I'm not doin well
I've been talking to my fucking self all day
I want my bros all paid (Yeah)
I'm so sick of the sickness in the morning
A dead young boy, but I'm still good walking
I can hear all these fucking people talking
But I'm still hanging at my place recording
I can feel it
We all got the heat
Make a quick twist
If you fuck with one of us
We still lit
And you still pissed,
Cause you got mad
So we had to dismiss you, you, you, you
You, you, you, you
Made a wrong move, move
There was no excuse, no truth, no truth, truth
It's all your fault don't put the blame on us
The leaves are falling don't try to pick em up
So tired of the hate
We just wanna create with love
Making big moves
But all undercover
Acting like thieves in the night
Heading towards our dreams without a fight, fight
We gonna make it to the hit-list
I can feel it
We all got the heat
Make a quick twist
If you fuck with one of us
We still lit
And you still pissed,
Cause you got mad
So we had to dismiss you, you, you, you
(Okay, yeah)
The part when everybody tries to fix you
But you're already broken by your issues
You got a problem, I got six new (Huh)
Thanks to the homies
For carrying me through life
I'm so scared shit I fell in hell
Baby right now I'm not doin well
I've been talking to my fucking self all day
I want my bros all paid (Yeah)
I'm so sick of the sickness in the morning
A dead young boy, but I'm still good walking
I can hear all these fucking people talking
But I'm still hanging at my place recording
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Writer(s): Marvin Lippert
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