CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Good Friday
I'll be a two tone rebel
Raising four fingers high
Hoping someplace else is where I'll fly
Somedays I'm just hoping to die
I don't have answer but am still asking why?
Promatically uplifting
Your thoughts are autistic
My stick will be shifting
Cause i invented a system
With different opinions
Broke and rebuild it
You think I'm a gift b*t*h
Y'all thought I was finished
Nothing more than fiction
But you gonna see me like a vision
Started to relift religion
They'd ask my intention
Why'm I so diffrent
Cause I
Started feeling revived
So I, hang up my sh*t and head outside
Not feeling alive
Something deep inside
Needed to shine
Figured I'd start to rhyme
Don't need a clock when there's no time
But Ben said hey
I was like okay
Wrote about my pain
Started thinking about the gain
Looking like an african
So we call it good friday
I'll be a two tone rebel
Raising four fingers high
Hoping someplace else is where I'll fly
Somedays I'm just hoping to die
I don't have answer but am still asking why?
Call me a six shooter
In the way that I go off
You can't even flow dog
Now the f**king show bogged
So we hold on
To this thing called hope
And if ya don't
Might touch kids like the pope
Oh
Can't say sh*t like that
We getting offended
Those who don't
Have differing opinions
Half the population's desensation
Make a joke about some pigment
Half my homies ain't finished
Man, what happened to religion
A system I was fixing
Now it's something I'm missing
So I'm on a mission
Not to stay positive
All though, this emo sh*t's obnoxious
But when I'm down I rock it
x2
I'll be a two tone rebel
Raising four fingers high
Hoping someplace else is where I'll fly
Somedays I'm just hoping to die
I don't have answer but am still asking why?
Raising four fingers high
Hoping someplace else is where I'll fly
Somedays I'm just hoping to die
I don't have answer but am still asking why?
Promatically uplifting
Your thoughts are autistic
My stick will be shifting
Cause i invented a system
With different opinions
Broke and rebuild it
You think I'm a gift b*t*h
Y'all thought I was finished
Nothing more than fiction
But you gonna see me like a vision
Started to relift religion
They'd ask my intention
Why'm I so diffrent
Cause I
Started feeling revived
So I, hang up my sh*t and head outside
Not feeling alive
Something deep inside
Needed to shine
Figured I'd start to rhyme
Don't need a clock when there's no time
But Ben said hey
I was like okay
Wrote about my pain
Started thinking about the gain
Looking like an african
So we call it good friday
I'll be a two tone rebel
Raising four fingers high
Hoping someplace else is where I'll fly
Somedays I'm just hoping to die
I don't have answer but am still asking why?
Call me a six shooter
In the way that I go off
You can't even flow dog
Now the f**king show bogged
So we hold on
To this thing called hope
And if ya don't
Might touch kids like the pope
Oh
Can't say sh*t like that
We getting offended
Those who don't
Have differing opinions
Half the population's desensation
Make a joke about some pigment
Half my homies ain't finished
Man, what happened to religion
A system I was fixing
Now it's something I'm missing
So I'm on a mission
Not to stay positive
All though, this emo sh*t's obnoxious
But when I'm down I rock it
x2
I'll be a two tone rebel
Raising four fingers high
Hoping someplace else is where I'll fly
Somedays I'm just hoping to die
I don't have answer but am still asking why?
