[Verse 1: Monoxide]
We got it all up on our shoulders and we know that
So we keep throwing boulders while they throw their little stones back
I come from the city where you stay bad and alone then
And if you bitches don't then we gon have to pull it long back
I been turning tough-talkers into moonwalkers
Watch em slide awake before the crew slaughters
Had it up to there so here we welcome the new order
Let the tickin' be the new wall and you say separation I call it a purge
Let them bitches fall off cause that's what they deserve
We should get a refund on everything they serve
And I should leave em leaking like water at every turn
I'm just sick and tired of speaking to people who never learn
So I treat em like the wicker light em up and let em burn
And I'm concerned that we're the only people living in this world
That give a fuck about the music so we're bringing up the hurt
[Hook: Madrox]
Sick of seeing the same shit everywhere that I go
Another day, another song, another video
Like everything slow and then outta control
Sick of feeling like my wick is burning low like a
Time bomb, my god, right now, y'all thought
Cause I'm bout to explode (explode)
I'm bout to go lights out, right now, my god, my minds fried
And I'm outta control
So here we go
We got it all up on our shoulders and we know that
So we keep throwing boulders while they throw their little stones back
I come from the city where you stay bad and alone then
And if you bitches don't then we gon have to pull it long back
I been turning tough-talkers into moonwalkers
Watch em slide awake before the crew slaughters
Had it up to there so here we welcome the new order
Let the tickin' be the new wall and you say separation I call it a purge
Let them bitches fall off cause that's what they deserve
We should get a refund on everything they serve
And I should leave em leaking like water at every turn
I'm just sick and tired of speaking to people who never learn
So I treat em like the wicker light em up and let em burn
And I'm concerned that we're the only people living in this world
That give a fuck about the music so we're bringing up the hurt
[Hook: Madrox]
Sick of seeing the same shit everywhere that I go
Another day, another song, another video
Like everything slow and then outta control
Sick of feeling like my wick is burning low like a
Time bomb, my god, right now, y'all thought
Cause I'm bout to explode (explode)
I'm bout to go lights out, right now, my god, my minds fried
And I'm outta control
So here we go
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