invasion

I never thought I'd master the art
Of crassness
Craftless badges
Handed out amongst the baddest
Underground mafias
Unions for the actors
Above ground sex rings
And global signs of traffic
Laugh it up now
Cause the net is still plastic
Once you see that shit for real
You lose your merit
Like a hasbeen

Like the bad men
They be chasing us down with their eyes
Every time you look alive
It's best to look the other time
Other way
I'm still
Looking for escapes
Just to realize the only chance of gold
Is through a system of fucking ass wipes
Who wanna see you undressed
All night

I mean what does it mean see
Cause we fling these
We sing these
Tunes that they want us to repeat
Subconscious please relieve
I can't take much more of it
Lets just flee the scene
Lets just flee the scene
Yeah
Lets just flee the scene



Credits
Writer(s): Bryson Martin
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