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Fuck the judge
Fuck the judge, fuck the jury
If I do bad, fuckin' sue me
But if you shoot me, I won't be dead
Just a body without a head
And I won't find love, I won't find it in this earth
As I pick my heart back up, I'm reminded what you're worth
'Cause all I do is think of you
I don't know why I think of you
All I do is think of you
I don't know why I think of you
Fuck the judge, fuck the jury
If I do bad, fuckin' sue me
But if you shoot me, I won't be dead
Just a body without a head
Fuck y'all, ya fuckin' bitch-ass ****
Ya fuckin' hoe-ass ****
On my mama, if I see y'all **** again, I'ma kill y'all ****
And to the cops
Come around the corner, **** and take your badge off
Ya fuckin' hoe-ass ****
(Hey, hey, relax, man
It's cool, I got it)
Ayy, mister officer, if I bring my weed
Backstage to cremate it before I go and teach
Shake a couple hands, kill an MC
Then roll home in a UberX, lookin' for sleep
Then why you hasslin' for, sir?
The venue that we're in is at full capacity, sir
And all the people here über drunk, 'smashin' the turps
That equals casualties
I just wanna watch anime and go crash with my girl
How's that a threat? Or where's your respect?
Last week, Miggy got jumped and smacked in the head
And Slav got his bag jacked on Flinders Street steps
And you rolled up, treatin' him like suspects, makin' him sweat
Like nah, nah, piggy, that's not correct
I heard your jobs is 'serve and protect'
But sir, you profile like the side of my head
You're inadequate and racist, can I be more direct?
Fuck out of here
Fuck the judge, fuck the jury
If I do bad, fuckin' sue me
But if you shoot me, I won't be dead
Just a body without a head
Fuck the judge
Copper tryna stop a flagrant **** with a prophecy
I'm poppin' something shady, bet my papa really proud of me
This shit be really crazy, all my problems get the best of me
Lips forever bar, figured you desired therapy
My fists in the air with my suicidal tendencies
(You, you, you) Who are my contemporaries?
I don't see the difference between a hospital and cemetery
I don't see the difference between a butterfly and centipede
And ain't a fuckin' difference between a piggy and my enemies
I'm too damn high to choose a side
All the repercussion surfaced, now it's do or die
In the city, yell at officers to do their job
It's kinda silly, but it's the way that I'ma lose my pride
So I'ma slow my roll, I'ma hold my goal
Yo' I'm shinin' as I'm pennin' this and so is my soul
So I could click a trigger on a fuckin' pistol to bleed
Or I could figure that the one and only issue is me
I don't know why I'm so down on myself
You would abolish all these problems, or at least you might help
I know it
I know it
I guess about the way you move your body, girl
I'ma test the perfect female, is it you?
If you fail, you are in fact the prototype
Come with me, you got nothing to lose
I know it
I know it
I know it
I know it
Written by: Baro Sarka, Josh Delaney, Remi Kowawole
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