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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mario Mitchell
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mario Mitchell
Songwriter
Kevin Wayne Gates
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kevin Wayne Gates
Producer
Lyrics
I think it's time
To pack up and leave
It's hard to live inside a world
Where everybody deceives
The words that come out of their mouth
Are really hard to believe
It's hard to listen to em
Don't you even try it with me
Nah nah
Everybody's talking
But nobody is saying nothing
You got a problem
Man
Why don't you say something
Your lips are moving
So why do you stay frontin
When my backs turned
You wanna say it with your chest buffin
Comfortable
You slither like a snake
You're so full of shit
You are so fake
I'm so sick of
Hypocrites and liars
I'm so sick
I'm fucking tired
Blood in the water
Wake Up
From sons and daughters
Whatchu talking bout
Sheep to the slaughter
Pick it up now
I am my own worst enemy
Always made up
Yet so plain at the surface
People painting on their faces
Like they're clowns in a circus
Man
Personality is something that you can't purchase
You buy a ring
Buy a watch
Just to give you a purpose
All these fucking people
They're all making me sick
People going broke
Throwing bands
Tryna look rich
You got two kids
But you ain't got no
Food in the fridge
Your flops don't flip
Nah bitch
You ain't shit
Sick the fuck down man
You ain't shit
You better slow down cause
You ain't shit
You gotta nice car but
You ain't shit
It's got a push start though
You ain't shit
You ain't acting real smart no
You ain't shit
You do not have any heart no
You ain't shit
You are now falling apart so
You ain't shit
This is all a game
Thanks for playing
Go
Blood in the water
Wake up
From sons and daughters
Whatchu talkin bout
Sheep to the slaughter
Pick it up now
I am my own worst enemy
Won't you set me free
Suffocate me please
Drop me to my knees
If you can cut my throat
Then you can surely watch me bleed
Take a ball bat
Make your skull crack
Watch you fall back
Watch you fall flat
Get the fuck up
You gonna take that
Thought you had a little bit more in you
But I guess not
Got a bloody face
I wanna stomp at
This is not a false flag
I am not somebody
You can squawk at
Your mouth is writing checks
That you cannot cash
Sick of all the riff raff
You like our little chit chat
You stupid little piss ant
End rant
Fuck it
Ahhhh
Take a minute
To look in the mirror
You might see things
Just a little bit less blurry
And a little bit more clearer
Cause the truth is
Everybody's got some problems
You don't solve em
You just turn into
A piece of shit
You're a piece of shit
You're a piece of shit
You are a fucking coward
Blood in the water
Wake up
From sons and daughters
Whatchu talkin bout
Sheep to the slaughter
Pick it up now
I am my own worst enemy
Won't you set me free
Suffocate me please
Drop me to my knees
If you can cut my throat
Then you can surely watch me bleed
Written by: Kevin Wayne Gates, Mario Mitchell