SEIGE WORLD: THE HABITAT OF MUSIC AND VISUALS BY THE SEIGE AND ALL WE SUPPORT. check out our workout playlist: http://spoti.fi/2imC2ym follow us at: instagram: http://instagram.com/theseigemusic twitter: http://twitter.com/theseigemusic facebook: http://facebook.com/theseigemusic website: http://theseige.com buy the tunez: bandcamp: http://theseige.bandcamp.com/ itunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/artist/the-seige/672968813 or stream: soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/theseigemusic/ spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/6Cny0Wt5OKLct1rGOLmu80 apple music: http://itunes.apple.com/album/id1254023551 tidal: https://tidal.com/browse/artist/5022107 --------------- // lyrics // I used to think the sky was made of blue flowers cuz Used to have to stir the Kool-Aid for hours blood These white lines rule the world, that’s a power drug Same way the government blew the towers up Guess that’s what I get for living in America Where we’re just trying to write the story for our character Trying to fuck a French model on a terrace but They don’t let American werewolves in Paris bruh These people telling me I sound like the old Ye’ See I don’t even change the pace on a slow day I’m two seconds away from going OJ Momma said I need to call my ex dis-o-bey Somebody gonna get that and lose they mind The police need rap music to boost their crime They pull you over for a light, violate your rights But niggas don’t ask shit they just do their time Who you gon be when the world gets fried Listen to your friend, it’s the voice inside If you lose me where the hell you gonna go Take somebodies life who the hell gonna know Who you gon be when the world gets fried Listen to your friend, it’s the voice inside If you lose me where the hell you gonna go Take somebodies life who the hell gonna know You choose live or die Politicians gettin’ high on their own supply We the truest truest, the Us Us, the land where American dreams go to die I’m on some Dreymond shit, no Tayshaun Prince Killing beats every night, graveyard shift Played the nice in the passed and they tried to use me Had to switch the game up and go Bonaduce Niggas sleeping on the kid, who’s supplying the roofies huh Young Max aint got time for goofies Groups and groups and groups of groupies can’t Ease the pain that’s running through me Just a whole bunch of zombies like Call of Duty How you tune in when the world is looney How you shine when the times is gloomy huh You don’t like being judged then sue me, woah Who you gon be when the world gets fried Listen to your friend, it’s the voice inside If you lose me where the hell you gonna go Take somebodies life who the hell gonna know You know where we been, face down in the mud Keep it real we’ve always like the taste of blood So when you done being nice, and things go South Keep in mind, always time to let the demons out I can’t lie my mind is lost in time, can you help me find it I’m just being honest I can’t lie my mind is lost in time, can you help me find it I’m just being honest It’s like I can’t sit still up in my seat I’m like a brand new person every week Way too busy splitting personalities Maybe I can find the answers in my sleep

• published: 22 Jul 2016
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