Sub Urban - Gone in 60 Seconds

[Green Sally, up
Green Sally, down
Green Sally, up
Green Sally, down
Old Miss Lucy’s dead and gone
Left me here to weep and moan]

Ha
Ok now
This ain’t no Moby “Flower”
Dominate, Kobe power
That mamba mental hour
We gotta show these cowards

Yeah maybe our lanes are different
Yeah maybe our pain is different
But we the same team, not different
We don’t up and leave our brethren

Lying prone, I want a platform, I go to bat for ‘em, even though I’m foreign
Tragedy porn, they wept
In a public forum, they flex
I dunno what to do, I dunno what to take
I dunno what to make, but I can’t flake
So we write songs, what’s next?
So I write this song, tell me what’s next?

‘Cause I don’t wanna fuck a minute
I paid for the goddamn hour
When they care, it’s 60 seconds
I paid for the goddamn hour (ok now)

This ain’t no Moby “Flower”
This here’s abuse of power
This that shit make you shower
We gotta show these cowards

Yeah y’all can pray for him
Parking ticket, had 8 on him (bitch)
We all outrage for him
“But surely there ain’t more of him?” (please)

Just ‘cause you and I ain’t lived it
Doesn’t mean it ain’t existed
If Dave told a younger me
Just how it be, would I believe it? Nah

They flexin’
They reppin’
They strappin’
They rappin’
From my screen
From my street
They happy

Ha
You bitches flip
You only give a shit when you wanna pay lip
And cash your social credit
But they pesos ain’t affected

We distracted
They distracted
Yeah the guaco
Brings the taco
But the fact is
That we stackin’
When we strapped into a backwards

Reality, banality, a fallacy, totality?
The casualty is faculty’s capacity to shackle freedom’s
Passive feet amassing victims at our street
The fact that we don’t hack the leaders and defeat them every breathing second makes me sick

[Green Sally, up
Green Sally, down
Green Sally, up
Green Sally, down
Old Miss Lucy’s dead and gone
Left me here to weep and moan]

I, I don’t want this on my soul

‘Cause I don’t wanna fuck a minute
I paid for the goddamn hour
When they care, it’s 60 seconds
I paid for the goddamn hour
I don’t wanna fuck a minute
I paid for the goddamn hour
When they care, it’s 60 seconds
I paid for the goddamn hour

I don’t wanna fuck a minute
I paid for the goddamn hour
When they care, it’s 60 seconds
I paid for the goddamn hour
I don’t wanna fuck a minute
I paid for the goddamn hour
When they care, it’s 60 seconds
I paid for the goddamn hour

I cannot idly stand by while the drama can part us and partisan parties compel you to cut out your heart to cathartically carry a minute of caring to up and discard it, ‘cause...

I don’t wanna fuck a minute
I paid for the goddamn hour
When they care, it’s 60 seconds
I paid for the goddamn hour

BRRAP we miss it
BRRAP don’t get it
BRRAP sorry but no we ain’t live it here
We banned the gats
But they need to strap
For the quake that it makes when the law break itself with hate

I don’t wanna fuck a minute
I paid for the goddamn hour
When they care, it’s 60 seconds
I paid for the goddamn hour

Menacin’, woah
Medicine slow
Venom intoxicatin’ but we face it with
Persistent resistance
Not wistful dissolution, no

I don’t wanna fuck a minute
I paid for the goddamn hour
When they care, it’s 60 seconds
I paid for the goddamn hour
I don’t wanna fuck a minute
I paid for the goddamn hour
When they care, it’s 60 seconds
I paid for the goddamn hour

Written by:
MATTHEW JASON LYSLE COLEMAN, STEVEN WAYNE KNIGHT

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