We don't need anything from you And we've got nothing left to prove AGT Crew, AGT we see through We want our part in something new Something pure,
Kicking and screaming Their don'ts to a teacher that cares Who follows suit and soon points them to a room Where parents and doctors await with a solution
Tell me what they want us for Tell the tale and leave a trail of clues Pretty face rerun the wire with her pockets full of network skew Listen, this
not some heavy hand from up above that make you late Recall how that night was spent Forget a friendly fate The world perspectives blurred Connect to a
s going south It's feeding mouths and breeding more Bought in, layed off, But still no doubt it's as good as it gets Cause the sun never sets on the
a game, right? But I forget the fuckin' shifty rules I'm not a poet I suppose if the elite defeat the meter of my prose And in no uncertain terms mines is a
to the head it you Thought it would change cause your ballot's blue We stand in a homeland so lethal With god on our side, we stand in a homeland so
plain as it can be, a dog's eye view is all there is to see A sinking feeling sets in No defense and not a dime to drop Can't pick up a phone and call
You know you don't have to have a gun in your back to be a slave. It's not that necessary if thats what people want. All of the things that seem harmless
want And it's easy to find when you're looking down a one way street Take to the strip with a chipped shoulder tonight Lurking with losers like a deer
With my biggest fans and dying of thirst The scent of trash, a summer musk Waft through the window It sounds like upstairs they need a nurse It seems
trust In a faulty forum where spineless minds corrupt A smile, a product sold with no rewind It's the perfect kid for the braindead shits You're missed, what a shock A
t you get it son? Confide in pled pipers with pulp for plans Then can't decipher which shit is crime Don't you understand? You might just hear a word
to stay the plan It's all surreal to me Don't drag me down into that plot At least not just because you can Where plastic people clutch their phones Where
a bit It all this shit is such a comedy, let me in on the skit Stick in the skull Final entry, February 15 Stircrazy in a daze Home to wake from a dream
a knock-off style So proud you climbed to the top of the pile Hollow heads swallowed empty fads whole Once they bled all the real shit dry A sense of
more snow No license, no registration, and nowhere to go Brain is bouncing off walls It's just a setback, not a downfall Take me to the back room where
