Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song dear everyone, artist - Chris Miles.
Date of issue: 19.01.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
dear everyone |
This chainsaw massacre |
Yeah, I’m in the ocean where the waves look lavender |
Cool people love me but the lames so mad at us |
And if they sleeping on me they should take more Adderall |
Ya, ya, ya |
Man, they can never catch us |
I been running ever since I heard about a desk job |
Sounds like a dead end, I kill shit, no kellogs |
I pound on the Heavens, requesting to meet God, but |
He’s a busy guy |
And it is difficult to get this off my mind |
I’m just tripping, but it’s nothing 'cause eventually we die |
And that’s a pessimistic way to look at life |
Ain’t it crazy, all these people just be preaching like they wise |
Couple years older tryna give my ass advice through a different set of eyes |
But we do not see your likes |
Stupid loser, I just do it for the mic |
They don’t do it too precise |
They say I’m not advanced, and all those kids at school who did not understand |
me think I’m wasting time because they mind is tampered, watch me cop a mansion |
on your college campus |
Woah |
And I would do it just to stunt |
Started in the back but we brought it to the front, oh no |
I don’t think they got the hunch |
Man, you know I go wild on these chumps like |
Yo |
They talking crazy, got no acknowledging sentences |
Tell her to come and kick it then kick her off of the premises |
Tell them I’m on a mission to turn these visions to Benjamins |
Been the shit for a minute depending on what your interest is |
And if you like me, that’s cool |
Flowing so dirty like public pools |
I am not with the authority’s rules, I just live in the forest from autumn to |
June |
Let’s take a walk to the moon |
Wait, actually, that would be wack |
Why? |
'Cause there is no sound up in space and I don’t think that I would be able to |
rap |
Not in the class |
I would be sleeping, these teachers is trash and they teaching me trash but I |
puff out my chest and say I don’t know none 'bout your tests if you not the one |
cutting my checks |
What do dummies expect? |
Not a masseuse, but I’m coming for necks |
I’m a doctor like Seuss when I’m rhyming, it’s sick |
Yeah I got all the juice, you can not take a sip |
Tryna hop out the coupe with a modelling chick |
All the broads who were rude now say I am the shit, that’s the wildest trip |
Homie, I must admit that I’m tired of this |
Could you do me a solid and hop off my… |
Did I forget to say? |
I’m only sixteen so technically this is rape |
But I don’t think you care, and I don’t care neither |
'Cause society is weird but baby I’m a little weirder |
I’mma hop on my computer |
And go shopping for clothes |
Oh, you want something? |
Let me think, no |
I’m on the go |
Never got time 'cause, yeah, I’m boutta blow |
But they already know |