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dr. bryant's funhouse - enough's enough lyrics

[intro]
ah
you tired?
i’m a little bit tired too
we’re all the same
and this is just our main frame that we’re living from
no we’re not bums
we’re meant to do something better than
what we’ve been put into
remember you’ve been trained and brainwashed
and me too, i’m no different
and this is all i love
look to our father
[verse 1]
enough’s enough, pump into walls
stuck in coming across, too many soft lost
alcoholics, whatever you call it
i’m here to be a defrost switch cause i’m a+calling and
it’s not my job to be your sponsor, not my job to be a skin god kind of a monster
antiquatеd [?] son of a made+mom
perpetrator pеrmanently burrowed [?]
forgot her only son (what’d you say) and how dare she
we all plea [?]
spit out of her mouth, we’re all headed due south
until the resurrection and then we’re all headed out
you wanna shout about the women of wings
to cause the things that we just can’t afford
let me shout about the wings of the lord
things of the king, the things that bring us into freedom

[chorus]
you think
i’m wrong
[?]
you think
i’m wrong
[?]

[verse 2]
you think that i’m wrong, i think that he’s right
i think we’re all riding for the plucking of the night
so grab your knife and try to defend yourself
this ain’t a game so take the blame [?]
[?] upon the devil, the rebel, who thought he was on the same level as god
creeping him like a little toddler up to his mom
kinda forgot how to glom on
to respect and to protect us
god injected him under the heavens
and i believe that a greek god could do such a thing
but what else was a just god supposed to bring
ride the poem, ride the mat, dumbass
ya gonna suffer in h+ll for all of us, who cares
i’m just a bird from the suburbs beginning to deliver
the word god’s giving to me in the first place
[chorus]
you think
i’m wrong
[?]
you think
i’m wrong
[?]

[outro]
i dunno about you
but i’m sick of this
come home so sick of this
ridiculous
meticulous bullsh+t, nonsense
telling me to repent
alright, i’ll change my mind about god
true definition, look it up
but not without his help
you put all this pressure on me to change
bouta blow out my brains
i know you’re just insane
we’re all the same
c’mon fam, we’re family dog
i don’t care how scientific you’ve been
f+ck

- dr bryants funhouse lyrics

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