Soundaze - I Could Scream

Yo Redbeard
Wake the fuck up
Got a little headache always
Too many wanna test me try it
Been a long day ‘bout to run up on bae
Got her calling me sensei she do
Put that kitty in a coma meow
I cut that like melee yah
Pasta sauce aroma yum
She slurp my penne
Okay
Too many sexual lines I know
Baby’s getting tired of these innuendos
But I got a whole team playing deep in the friend zone woah
They run a play when I’m open
Hit 'em with the turnaround J
I’m not smokin’ I don’t
But she hot damn
I’m clippin’ ears with sheer focus like Booker
Put me on the motherfuckin’ max I get racks
Who got a name that rhymes with that Love, Pax
Hit Redbeard with the pass he ball
No looker
Tell ‘em we fly we never goin’ back and never goin’ splat
We high alright
Never coming down been the motherfucking man since my Dad
Went and ejacked yooo
All the world could do was react oh no
They were never ready for me can’t lie
Been depressed since seventeen I’m good though
Dad died and I traded in my dreams I love you
So nightmares just collide my brain’s split at the seams yikes
Spent my youth so very fried I could show you all of this grease
Bye
Oh I could scream and shout it so far
Oh I could scream about it so long
Oh I don’t know if I can hold on
All my brothers think I’m so gone
Social dilemma prevent’a of having center
Behavior like you got dementia
Pretend’a of an equal vender
Addicted to the mental blender
Bubble maker relenter
Surrender all of your agenda for a data send’a bender
And enter the trend pretender while they bend over and spent ya
Everything you do designed to keep you rendered and tendered
Everything you knew deplete for newer censors
Repeating the narrow view deceit that fuels aggressors
Man we’re fucked
Sorry had to get that off my chest before I speak on anything else
Before I eat on anyone’s filth
All you scum
It’s Guerrilla warfare like in Vietnam
Forty One, Forty Two
Different reasons why I‘m robbin’ son
Stick ‘em up
Problem son people done profit from problems in charge of
Solvin’ 'em all the dumb follow crooks like cue a scum
Cue a gun
If there's a boy and a priest then cue a nun
Fucks don’t have a clue what’s right or dumb
Cultish scum from bubble gum
Cause the troublesome truth is numb
Real trauma ain’t theory’s umm
Problems with system
Kids on ICE slip innocent on rotation
Adult gens side with genocide on location
Immigrant Hysterectomy
Modern History’s wrecked for me
Oh I could scream and shout it so far
Oh I could scream about it so long
Oh I don’t know if I can hold on
All my brothers think I’m so gone
Hey SJD

Written by:
Dayton Sinkia, James Paxton

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