Solillaquists of Sound Follow

VERSE 1 (Swamburger):
Now, I was born to the world about a hour to ten, infinite with a bottle of trends. Now, I was sworn to be the power of a nautical wind, keeping track of a deadly end. Now here I lay, watching one year take the name of a lifestyle we don't blame, but, it's the end of a age to win. Time to meet the maker of a weak, lame, defense. You live life like shit, you anticipate doom, but, this ain't it. Get a clue. I know your guilt trip needs a fall. I wonder if you bleed at all, wishing us a flat line read, to call this day "D DAY." What happens when your ass is wrong? Can I call you the ass you are? The end ain't coming till I stop living pass the bar, till I stop giving back to y'all.

HOOK:
Oh snap! Revelation. Run. Be scared. Feel my wrath.
Oh snap! Fear my words. Hop on a band baby. Don't disturb.

Fear not you life.
Fear not your home.
Fear not your right
Fear not your wrong.

VERSE 2:
They saying, "Man, look at the plan, our land is gone wrong, doing it by the book is over, overhead is costly... Paying dues to nature with a failure to predict my lost needs... I need a god and boss, please!" But, I'm like, all the trouble indeed is a sign, celebration is the key to unlocking the feat of unblocking your freedom in line. You can be the leader of your people and die pushing up a believable time. That's why I was born with smile, to kill a mock in my blues. Now here I lay, watching one year take the name of a lifestyle we don't blame, but, it's the end of a age to win. Time to meet the maker of a weak, lame, defense.

HOOK