Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chips, artist - Shredders. Album song Great Hits, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 29.08.2019
Record label: Doomtree
Song language: English
Chips |
| Could’ve been an animal |
| Could’ve been any number of combos of atoms though |
| Really |
| But we’re here |
| Peace to anybody who ain’t ruled by fear (fear) |
| I know, that’s minimal |
| And that’s a hell of a trick if you can pull it though |
| Maybe it’s more socio- |
| I could handle to offer some more I don’t know |
| I don’t, I just read up |
| I just wonder how we see through the haze |
| And the malaise we made that betrays the whole space |
| The charade of Nation States |
| What a waste (what a waste) |
| Waste |
| And that’s literal |
| Peace to anybody who breathin' the same chemicals |
| I mean ain’t no border for air |
| Ain’t nothing but a Ponzi honestly, ay |
| C’mon. |
| No you’re weird. |
| No you’re cuter. |
| No your faith’s based in fear |
| Heh |
| Know your place, no tears |
| No great way around gates round here |
| Nope |
| Just gotta crash ‘em |
| Just gotta live it like you know it doesn’t last, huh |
| Out with three scoops and a fat fuck you to the Carlyle group like that |
| Could’ve been an animal |
| Could’ve been any number of combos of atoms tho |
| But we’re here |
| Peace anybody who ain’t ruled by fear |
| Redefine radical |
| Almost down to a science |
| Big love, big joy as an act of defiance |
| You can fight it, or you can find it |
| Sometimes it feels like a rallyin' cry |
| Other times it feels like just cryin' |
| Trying to keep the motherfucker on the road |
| You don’t even know where you’re drivin' to |
| And the radio said, «well, if I was you» |
| And the highway sign said, «time to buy» |
| And it ain’t quite free but, compromise |
| Birds on the power lines |
| See, the only thing free is the free advice |
| And the first hit |
| And the second pair |
| And the three day trial |
| And the 4−5-6 always wins |
| And that’s about it |
| Peace to everybody out here makin' and missin' |
| Chips in |
| Are you in or is you isn’t? |
| My mind flickers like the lights in the distance |
| I can make it a palace or |
| I can make it a prison |
| It’s too short for me to keep on trippin' on it |
| It’s too long for me to act like it Isn’t long |
| Too complicated I can’t even sing along (ah!) |
| But it’s my own damn song |
| So I’ma make that work and I’ma do that (ah!) |
| Ima bust that (ah!) to get you through that (ah!) |
| While the gods and the devils go and do they worst |
| Peace to everybody on the entire (ah!) |
| Rock just floatin' through space |
| Blow your whole fuckin' mind from your face |