Destructo Disk - Late Nights In My 2004 Malibu lyrics

Everything feels stupid, stupid dumb
I've got 3 jobs but no rent for this month
Working class is hell, save up and buy a gun
Tell your kids you love them
You're sick of everyone
I have a disease, it's the american dream
Get away with anything 'cause of
The color of my skin
Sounds corrupt to me
Thank your God you'll never hear this one
State of panic, sense of self
Organized submission
Your ego shines thru
You've got an eagle-eye view
Desert Eagle birthday party, Summer Slam fool
The vision's not the same when you
Just stand there and complain
Obsess over anything but working on yourself
You see what it means to me? You
See how I feel about you?
You see what you tell yourself to believe


Is happening right in front of you
And now I feel food sick
From taking all this damage
I don't care, man, what you think
Just treat me with respect

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