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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brendan Thomas Paulsen
Brendan Thomas Paulsen
Songwriter
Tim Sullivan
Tim Sullivan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ab The Audicrat
Ab The Audicrat
Producer

Lyrics

The revolution won't be televised it'll be broadcasted When the brainstorm and the rain pour forget what ya forecasted You sniffing the plaster Now get with this raw bastard This is unadulterated Showcased at a slow pace I see the beauty in all youz A rose grows from the pavement Nose froze in a basement Don't give a fuck for money like hoes that's naked So what's that say about a person in a monogamy And watches porn flicks for the skins n cinematography Never gets tired life's simple monotony My apartment smells of scotch n the richest mahogany Maybe that's the ticket like winning the lottery Call you maybe again with a possibly This ain't spinning a bottle music But giving a kiss to the hottest brunette Licking ya lips with melodic movements Ridiculous if ya not in to it So what the fuck u hating for Never reflect negatively on the day before Dark clouds stay forming When I'm brainstorming Travels through the circulatory and hits every main organ Up late, eight in the morning You need to take it with caution Cause my pens flame is torching The smoke absorbed in Could cause global warming Look around at the local portion Families divorcing Babies having babies aborted I ain't even started I'm faintly retarded Been disregarded for so long mother fucker I'm heartless Everybody that I know is enjoying the same pleasures And don't want to deal with all the drama that fame measures Hey at least you would no longer have to go bang heffers Fuck a chain, I'll do fine with a cup of change Grow my seeds in a bucket of rain in the same weather I see the prejudices in all you's Tripped my breaker and sizzled a small fuse Not stressing your depressing lessons No rhythm and all blues Ever since breaking curfews Been thinking of virtues That will allow me to strive and make it commercial Without losing focus The trait's universal Below 5 percent of the public possess the personality To never feel satisfied With a purse or salary Even worse I'm on hourly Tread like I'm burning some calories Numb to the brutality like Mickey and Malory Numb to the pain My whole brains been subjected to metaphorical novocaine No one to blame but myself Better off with a hole in the brain I'm going insane, you know the name Dark clouds stay forming When I'm brainstorming Travels through the circulatory and hits every main organ Up late, eight in the morning You need to take it with caution Cause my pens flame is torching The smoke absorbed in Could cause global warming Look around at the local portion Families divorcing Babies having babies aborted I ain't even started I'm faintly retarded Been disregarded for so long mother fucker I'm heartless
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