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eli feier - were so vain lyrics

first things first f+ck the bourgeoisie (bougie bougie)
when i f+ck the 1 percent call me commie+kazi (communism)
been burning for the bernie (or aoc) to feed the peeps like kfc
i’m corny for the colonel sharing ideologies
sick of these twenty teens where we oppress pocs
these politicians sounding like neon+z+s
racially divide then decide to deprive people of economic means
this all behind the scenes
cuz from nbc to fox what we see on tv
is the blaming of bottomed blacks for being lazy

so i guess it’s no wonder genre turned to cr+p
talking money and cars you lost the meaning of rap
it’s always been about people so it’s time to awaken
the foundations of hiphop imma bout to be shaking
earthquaking yeah i know you fellas are shook
y’ain’t saying sh+t all you’re saying is look

were so vain now look at all we got
we think were dope cuz we got a lot oh oh (were so vain now)
uhoh uhoh woah (were so vain now)

my name means my god
my god know my name
bars are so bomb
don’t need fans to make flames (we’re so vain)
we’re so vain now (hahahah)
what’s his name now
my name means my god
my god know my name
bars are so bomb
don’t need fans to make flames (were so)

like abraham my name came from the bible
my hits gon’ smash, i’m talking ’bout idols
tierra been slaying like jeckyl & hyde yo
mr. west in my blood (wake up)
sound is so vital
rap making “waves” (step up in this like)
like carter’s on tidal (untitled)

lamar and wayne are up up on that next sh+t
kanye was calling out bush way back in ’06
but now he’s with the donald man tiny hands eating big bullsh+t
all us rappers rabbits cuz we keep on spitting trix
n+ggas started from the bottom music made em rich
but the struggle isn’t over… money’s not enough
pens to penitentiaries… our brothers are in cuffs
world leaders don’t give a buck
blame black men for the puff
that our little ones go from school to prison like it’s a pipeline
that they built to f+ck our sioux siblings to make an extra dime
say mr. mulatto man the struggle isn’t mine
but it is
my name means my god
my god know my name
bars are so bomb
don’t need fans to make flames

my name means my god
my god know my name
bars are so bomb
don’t need fans to make flames

were so vain

- eli feier lyrics

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