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flowgli - silence lyrics

silence
(silence)

is violence

(violence)

your highness

(your highness)

is lying!

stop listening to them
choose us instead

this a christening

a hymn that could

leave me dead

but instead

your high (your high!)

society must die (must die!)

in spite of me and my kind

yea your high (your high!)

society must die (must die!)

and i’m

your sobriety this time!

i want fame, i want fortune
to be tamed, to be tortured

i’m deranged, i’m an orphan

nah free range, i’m an orchid

who will grow, from this stone

you wanna know,

how van gogh

got to blow, he was poor

but not his bro, no who

had a girl, an heiress

with a truck of gold,

but the earless motherf+cker

never saw it no, how

much d+ck do i gotta
suck to promote, yea how

much d+ck do i gotta

suck for all ’a you to

see me in a crown

still+born, p+ss poor

if you see me in a crown

i will burn

your world

to the

ground

are you a fan

of the artis

or a fan

of our heartache

stop listening to them

choose us instead

this a christening

a hymn that could

leave me dead

but instead

your high (your high!)

society must die (must die!)

in spite of me and my kind

yea your high (your high!)

society must die (must die!)

and i’m

your sobriety this time!

happier than ever?
you must be plain stupid
ya’ll its groomin
by a grown ass man
playin’ cupid she’s a kid!
and i’m callin it out
for what it is, no change
from the days
when mcauley hung
out with mj? you ok?
no way! but my pimp says
pimp says
i’m a princess
princess
but flow says, take his head
and put it on a block
to f+ckin chop it off
burn every piece of me
that you ever bought
you f+ckin clever clogs
i oughtta cl!ck my heels
twice grow a mohawk
whats the matter sport?
isn’t this what you asked for?your a red bull i’m a matador
this ain’t a metaphor

are you a fan
of the artis
or a fan
of our heartache

stop listening to them
choose us instead
this a christening
a hymn that could
leave me dead
but instead
your high (your high!)
society must die (must die!)
in spite of me and my kind
yea your high (your high!)
society must die (must die!)
and i’m
your sobriety this time!

- flowgli lyrics

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