Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gentrified Utopia, artist - Ecid.
Date of issue: 11.05.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fill In the Breaks
Song language: English
Gentrified Utopia |
I’ve got a vision, football in a bubble |
Where concussions don’t bite at all they just wanna cuddle |
Craft cocktail obstacle course before the huddle |
First and 30 no «Biggie» just «Makaveli» through the muscle |
We’ll have a row of condos over looking the end zone |
A sure fire way to get yourself out of the friend zone |
This is the kind of place you’ll miss when you get home |
At least you’ll die happy knowing that your friends won’t |
We’ve got luxurious views and topless beach |
A place contemplate suicide and feel the breezes |
You can telepathically feed grapes to a growing fetus |
We’ve got a portal to your past so you can go back and delete it |
It’s all here just how we always remembered it |
Flashing, blinking blacking out and regretting it |
Im betting on it why not got nothing to reminisce |
This galaxy’s a cul-de sac begging for development |
Chances are we gentrified utopia |
Found a way to blow it up before we even landed |
Chances are we’re shooting starts who profit off the scars |
Abort the future your dreams have been abandoned |
Its southern California without the immigrants |
So uninhibited no fear of indigenous |
NO constitution, NO compensation |
NO competition We decide who gets the pot to piss in |
We’ve designed a pocket side paradise |
Perfect for the wealthiest of blood hungry parasites |
Get in on the action before the bubble pops |
Every moment is monitored, yeah we love to watch |
We have a five year plan to colonize the milky way |
Biggest problem we have is we can’t spend it faster than we’re paid |
Where we’re going we don’t need a path paved sold |
Where can I sign my life away bro? |
Natural selection is your only entrance fee |
Sorry we’re not sorry it’s just our policy |
We make exceptions for sizable donations |
Pull up to the back check in hand there’s no waiting |
Chances are we gentrified utopia |
Found a way to blow it up before we even landed |
Chances are we’re shooting starts who profit off the scars |
Abort the future your dreams have been abandoned |