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lane-harry x ike campbell - anarchy lyrics

[hook]
oh we fight
they tryna bring us down
all in spite
we watch these cities fall
out of sight
oh let it burn in front of me
raised in anarchy

[verse 1]
raised in a city made of sin and tonic
skinny b-tches pop pills, smoke that, sip cognac
toxics. all breathe it in til you unconscious
chemtrails from airplanes with cameras that watch us
taxed by the government. unemployed covenant
voice of the public never gonna cover sh-t
yeah
bout time we start a real riot
scream loud as f-ck for anybody being silenced

[hook]

[verse 2]
step back just tryna stay lifted
most gifted animal in this f-cking exhibit
life gave me lemons and i f-cking franchised em
drowned compet-tion out and left survivors baptising
open mic nights to rap’s ivan millat
all i need now are rubber bands and a cab
if we talking money. start speaking in commas
lord sh-t b-tch raps ella o’connor
puff of the pain. shot of the poison
d-mn. rest in peace charlotte dawson
fame. money. b-tches. success
all in excess. i ain’t talking michael hutchense
cocaine and threesomes. two birds and one stone
been out for six nights please let me come home
close my eyes cause i’m bound to hear that flat line
villainous and k!llin’ it, now look whose the bad guy

[hook]

[bridge]
saw god in the flesh. couple shots in his chest
bleeding when he said “they ain’t murder me yet”
blood on the streets then he told me whose next
bulletproof crucifix cruising in debt

[verse 3]
sharing a noose. corporation gapettos
lying on the news. crack rock in the ghettos
raised in a city without any heroes in
replaced the pain. called it heroine
repossess your soul, the reapers getting old
disappear fear bound by chains of gold
all these cameras got me feeling truman
girlfriend screaming its me or the music
intoxicated demolishing pavilions
city streets gone and turned me to a f-cking pilgrim
can’t tell whats truth and whats not
topped every cl-ss in the school of hard knocks
only options are now fame or prison
got these snitches in my grip like i just won quidditch
and i just won’t quit it til i got all figured
government push us down then we’ll bring em down with us
b-tch

- lane harry x ike campbell lyrics

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