lirik lagu doktorp777 – crisps
breakin the blocks so i can rebuild it with the shape i want
the gang is so hard, like “ra” the god of the sun, cus we so raw, we burn
you can take it off the hands of the mothaf~ckin clock
but you cannot fight with time, you gotta adapt and improvise
cus we creepin’, not crips tho’
but i do like some crisps chips
yea i be always trippin like this, bro
im not gonna die, not even for my country
cus they did not gave me sh~t but a headache, lot of worries
time is slowly creepin’, callin’ to ur grave, son
so make the most of it
so make the most of it
time is slowly creepin’, callin’ to ur grave, son
so make the most of it
so make the most of it
time is slowly creepin’, callin’ to ur grave, son
so make the most of it
so make the most of it
time is slowly creepin’, callin’ to ur grave, son
so make the most of it
so make the most of it
time is slowly, creepin, callin to ur grave son
dont wait ’round the block, the cops, will try to abuse their power
so, these b~tches be walkin’ around like they got no more f~ckin’ purpose
but they’re tryin their best
yea, taxes cut for all the rich, while they cut support forfamilies
in need that tryin’ to eat
huh
ain’t so neat, ya, ya america is a b~tch
that been suckin’ all of you dry
tryina sell you fantasies
time is slowly creepin’, callin’ to ur grave, son
so make the most of it
so make the most of it
time is slowly creepin’, callin’ to ur grave, son
so make the most of it
so make the most of it
time is slowly creepin’, callin’ to ur grave, son
so make the most of it
so make the most of it
time is slowly creepin’, callin’ to ur grave, son
so make the most of it
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