Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tn Tax, artist -Date of issue: 06.08.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Tn Tax |
| Aye |
| You don’t really wanna get into it |
| I put in the study the analytics in to this intermittently analysing every |
| single anomaly |
| You think you are but you aren’t, a carbon copy in orbit, you’re boring |
| You ain’t unique, you a disease |
| You gotta a degree with a fucking masters in plagiarism |
| Paid to get in, force to fit, I see a pendulum of ordinary organisms, uh |
| Fuck outta my face lad, them backyard face tatts looking trash |
| Black polish on your nails so you can disappoint your Dad |
| Disseminating hatred like it’s a fad, but did you really mean it? |
| Oxygen thief, subliminal threats on a plot to start beef |
| You’re a cliché, developing weak ways to cope |
| You tried too hard, so let it go |
| Uh |
| I don’t need no reason, to mingle with clones |
| I don’t need no reason, so leave alone |
| I don’t need no reason, to mingle with clones |
| I don’t need no reason, so leave alone |
| BRIDGE |
| Sick of the way that you branded it individuality |
| (it's not who you are) |
| Sick of the way you critique me, you hypocrite you should just leave |
| (it's not who you are) |
| Sick of the way that you’re thieving, sick of the thought of you breathing |
| The rumours are right, cause I’m on the hunt for fakes and it’s piracy season |
| Sick of the way that you branded it individuality |
| (it's not who you are) |
| Sick of the way you critique me, you hypocrite you should just leave |
| (it's not who you are) |
| Sick of the way that you’re thieving, sick of the thought of you breathing |
| The rumours are right, cause I’m on the hunt for fakes and it’s piracy season |
| Ay |
| Could you try any harder? |
| From the mullets and tuned airs we got the karma |
| Hijacking my culture over, nobody sees you coast to coast bitch |
| You suppose to fold, but you’re extra with it |
| Sourced in suburbia, you’re tatted with an attitude, I ain’t burning cuz |
| With bitch made demeanour, ain’t scared to meet ya |
| Cringeworthy on a journey to seizure, leave ya |
| Should I scribble a little bit of ingenuity onto that blank canvas? |
| Seeking a frayed tangent |
| Typical, look at you bank down |
| You’re bankrupt cause your talk is cheap and we can’t fucking stand it |
| Zeus status, South West en-route at it |
| Stop, drop, roll, shoot at it |
| Crew mad as fuck |
| Loot the bag and run to wreak true havoc |
| I don’t need no reason, to mingle with clones |
| I don’t need no reason, so leave alone |
| I don’t need no reason, to mingle with clones |
| I don’t need no reason, so leave alone |