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TRACKSTAR THE DJ & DAEMON - RED PILL 84 [OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Daemon
Daemon
Performer
Trackstar The DJ
Trackstar The DJ
Performer
Gabriel Moskoff
Gabriel Moskoff
Drum Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gabriel Moskoff
Gabriel Moskoff
Arranger
Damon Murray
Damon Murray
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trackstar The DJ
Trackstar The DJ
Producer
Adrians Beats
Adrians Beats
Mixing Engineer
Will Reasoner
Will Reasoner
Video Director
Aaron Becker
Aaron Becker
Cover Art
Joa Frey
Joa Frey
Photography

Lyrics

Everything's fucked and we're all gone die
Everything's fucked and we're all gone die
Good news, bad news, everything's fine
Good news, bad news, everything's fine
Everything's fucked and we're all gone die
Everything's fucked and we're all gone die
Good news, bad news, everything's fine
Good news, bad news, everything's fine
Wildfires in the air
Billionaires cool with it
Boot licking fools
Didn't care, knowing who did it
Too busy gone off a red pill 84
Milligrams to the brain dead like the radio
Riding with ya favorite talking head like you related tho
Ya daughter had to move away from you
He couldn't take a joke
Cuz now they tell ya who to hate
Women with computer face
Got ya overstimulated sleeping through ya rude awakening
It's too late again, ya fired from ya job
Only way to make a living if ya dying on the job
Ahh
It's just business to these racist comedians
It's just business when ya can't pay ya premium
It's just business when ya faith make millions
To escape what ya feeling you embracing obedience
Everything's fucked and we're all gone die
Everything's fucked and we're all gone die
Good news, bad news, everything's fine
Good news, bad news, everything's fine
Everything's fucked and we're all gone die
Everything's fucked and we're all gone die
Good news, bad news, everything's fine
Good news, bad news, everything's fine
Can't afford to die
Can't afford to live
Cuz ya can't afford a crib
Can't afford them kids
But you can't abort them kids
So you forced to live with em
Still living alone somehow, a still image
No motion at all, suicide in slow motion
Hope no one involved choose sides
They both broken up
From the inside out making the most of it
Fighting for a moment of peace, maybe ya want something else
I went to see the doctor they the dope dealer
They make it seem proper like a code switcher
I really get the feeling nothing wrong with a
Lone killer aiming for an oligarch's dome, hit 'em up
It's like the whole world's given up
At the same time just to get a buck
Folks villainous as fuck
Out here getting richer off a dead soliders
The only real citzens are shareholders
Dropping bombs over babies
Put they bodies in the soil for the oil
Say a prayer for 'em
Written by: Damon Murray, Gabriel Moskoff
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