Lyrics Cops Cops - Scribe

Cops Cops

Might as well get a lot of flack when you’re back for the whack, on the track,
and you stack what you lack in the back of the jack
Cos you’d rather feel another one of those, peel another one of those,
deal another one who get them actin' subtracting, distracting, and act like
you exacting, everybody bow to the Rat King, part of reacting, stop at the step,
never fall for the bet and enacting the fall — Splat!
Hold back what you have to say now!
I’m never letting you go!
Hold your tongue!
Hell you’re one of them sucker motherfucker, sorta little trucker with a pucker,
puffy lips with a stutter
Shitty talker from the gutter, never talks only mutters
Fuckin' stupid motherfucker
Suck this bitch!
How’d you ever reason interference;
and perceiving disappearance in this season,
in the season when nobody’s ever leaving
Tweakin' in your seat as you weaken your beacon, fuckin' aching and aching
(hiccup) up on all the bacon?
Backing up on all the treason, huh?
You’re in denial, you never will know when I’m coming home
You are entitled to never return to never walk the path, the way tonight
The way tonight, the words to find where the day ends… where the day ends
Now, another day we found!
The world can find the way tonight
Another way that can deserve the world the way it finds
The world deserves the way it finds, the world deserves another night when the
day ends