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too indecent - ftw lyrics

[verse 1: dday]
nineteen years and i got bags under my eyes what the f-ck!
explicit, get with it i’m not hidin’ behind no picket
you say we both sin and goin’ to the same place
difference is i ain’t sinnin’ with a grin on my face
and i ain’t sippin’ for the taste, so it’s natty by the case (word)
yea i’ve seen better days, but now they seem to shy away
another act to the play, another stage to the name
a dui on life’s highway it’s hard to stay in my lane
parallel to h-ll, face to the ground i’m not down i’m humble (yea)
saying, “f-ck the world” no need to be subtle (true)
i stopped playing around this is me breaking the huddle (break)
if you believe to be obscene there’s no need to be troubled
the truth hurts when bubbles burst (pop)
misguided youth who feel the need to curse to be heard, ya heard? (listen)
hypnotized can’t fight those lies, another sold soul to the enterprise
so f-cked up i’m cutting ties, burning bridges, and citing rhymes

[verse 2: moses]
take a look at the world, predominantly blew
there’s not enough brain, so we constantly screwed
the system as hitmen signed by the victims, workmen and clergy to merk all the persons
that hurt ‘em, cursed ‘em, and currently deserve it
all of the ceos, politicians, causin’ a fall to sh-t and
all due to the new crew thinkin’ they’re the hottest
of the harvest, well, yea they’ll get f-cked the hardest
a suit being honest, that’s oxymoronic
f-ck the world! nah, go infinitely beyond it
lightyears away, here’s a woody to your conscience
lyrical -ss-ssins, different styles for miles
life is a chess game, we’re playing it versatile
as the globe keeps spinnin’, i’m doin’ it for the winnin’
i admit i’m celibate, ‘cause no f-cks are given
unless it’s the world or the girls or the women
sinnin’ on the linens, it sucks see the beginning line

have you ever had a f-ckin bad day?
would of been like, “i wanna change this sh-t right now”
nah i’m not gonna live another day until this world straightens up
sh-t i guess we’re gonna have to change it on our own terms
ok i can roll with this
but for this to work
imma need everybody to stick their middle fingers in the air and repeat after us
yup
go

[hook: moses + dday]
f-ck the world, f-ck the world, f-ck the diamonds, f-ck the pearls
i was born to disturb, this system so absurd
f-ck the world, f-ck the world, yea i said f-ck it plural
sh-t won’t get better until we put our voices together
f-ck the wicked, f-ck the wasted, f-ck this blunt ‘cause i just done faced it
but keeping one in the -rs-nal is the art of escaping
f-ck the wack and f-ck this waiting for the rainy day you saving
it’s time to get up and go out, stop playing, i’m saying

[bridge: moses + dday]
so how you wanna go about this, i mean we are
just a couple of kids, that’s right
and we could keep living in this ignorant bliss or we can
show the world for what it really is
by indecently exposing a focus that’s gone unnoticed
havin’ moses summon locusts on your motherf-ckin’ protest
this ain’t about the bible, this is breaking the cycle
a movement without a rifle, our words you’ll never stifle

man i feel so free
i’m flying right now, i’m flying
‘bout to say, “f-ck it,” and jump off this fiscal cliff
yea, f-ck money

[outro 1: dday]
f-ck the world, you’re bein’ rash, nah, rash is receivin’ a neosporin treatment
from the uppercl-ss from plantin’ seeds into cerebrums
that grow through freedom of speech in exchange
for concussions these are the reprecussions of believing in something else
street preachers try to send us all to h-ll
media got us freaking about our health, i could care less
escaped a prison of wealth, could give a f-ck if my bars sell
just know this world won’t save itself
yea i’m f-cking, i’m outta here yo

[outro 2: moses]
don’t mistake my apathy for stupidity
i know it’s there, sometimes i just don’t f-cking care
but when i do, look closely and you’ll notice it, too
the fire in my eyes comes from a will to survive
try getting arrested twice, bet it won’t better your life, either
you’ll thank the man for fixing your ways or
f-ck it you’ll figure it out for yourself, cut print

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