Shredders - Ayeyayaya lyrics
[Shredders - Ayeyayaya lyrics]
Ándale, órale stop the cops
I've been known to motivate
Campaign campaign
It's an old estate, pop a roach a day
To save this modern day Nazis lost the plot
Change moves like molasses
Sometimes feels like movin’ backwards
Somethin' like a phrase like "money matters"
Gaslight the masses
But this machine right here kills fascists
(yep)
This machine right here kills fascists (yep)
This machine right here kills fascists (yep)
Get you off your asses
Settled in with the fact that
I’ll never be rich
I doubled down with the purpose
That I began with make art, make art
And I’m cool with that
Feel somethin’, feel somethin’
Where the humans at?
Where you at? Where you at where you at?
If ain’t movin’ us then it need to fall back
Got style plus smarts plus heart
What you call that? Pinpoint aim
When I flame you get all that where you at?
What it is what it ain’t
Ya’ll hate, blow hard but it don’t inflate
All right, alt-right goin’ down in flames
‘Cause ya’ll apes waste space
And it's gettin' real late for ya
Yeah eyes in the back of my head
I catch Z’s in the front
Rather be caught dead
I used to doomsday prep and now I’m like
If doomsday could try to get
Me in the front half
I wouldn’t even be that mad (Max)
Or Vice taxed with my lab rats
Too many pills
But chillin’ with the transplant
Too many thrills
We do the shit that most can’t regularly
And on a schedule maybe even
Maybe, or maybe not
Pump fake bait switch hit ‘em with the twist
Yeah wait wait just like this
Now keep waitin’ nothin’ to see here
I steer like a broke
Front bike wheel driftin’
Appear for the night
If the right breeze send me
I deal with the types
Stay alive stay liftin’
When diggin’ in the dirt so temptin’ huh
Holler dick is in the water
I get it how I live it
Split it with my partners double jumping
Fuckin' up these level bosses
This machine kills screens and kills
Where you at? Where you at where you at?
If ain’t movin’ us then it need to fall back
Got style plus smarts plus heart
What you call that? Pinpoint aim
When I flame you get all that where you at?
What it is what it ain’t
Ya’ll hate, blow hard but it don’t inflate
All right, alt-right goin’ down in flames
‘Cause ya’ll apes waste space
And this didn’t relate for ya
I got P-E-O-P-L-E nothin’ else matters to me
Come on connect collect reflect
Come get the wet I architect i arc it best
Voice to my left tell me "Get like the rest"
Voice in my head tell me "Ain't none left"
But that thump in my chest tell me
Boy go ‘head
‘Cause the thump in my chest tell me I’m not
Nah nah nah i made a song called
"How to feel good when it’s all wrong
How to be on when it’s all off" (awful)
Poppin’ like a sawed-off ayeyaya
Ayeyayaya i do rad shit bad shit
Miss me with that trash shit
It goes classes to ashes
This machine kills fascists
Where you at? Where you at where you at?
If ain’t movin’ us then it need to fall back
Got style plus smarts plus heart
What you call that? Pinpoint aim
When I flame you get all that where you at?
What it is what it ain’t
Ya’ll hate, blow hard but it don’t inflate
All right, all right goin’ down in flames
‘Cause ya’ll apes waste space
And it's getting real late for ya
I've been known to motivate
Campaign campaign
It's an old estate, pop a roach a day
To save this modern day Nazis lost the plot
Change moves like molasses
Sometimes feels like movin’ backwards
Somethin' like a phrase like "money matters"
Gaslight the masses
But this machine right here kills fascists
(yep)
This machine right here kills fascists (yep)
This machine right here kills fascists (yep)
Get you off your asses
Settled in with the fact that
I’ll never be rich
I doubled down with the purpose
That I began with make art, make art
And I’m cool with that
Feel somethin’, feel somethin’
Where the humans at?
Where you at? Where you at where you at?
If ain’t movin’ us then it need to fall back
Got style plus smarts plus heart
What you call that? Pinpoint aim
When I flame you get all that where you at?
What it is what it ain’t
Ya’ll hate, blow hard but it don’t inflate
All right, alt-right goin’ down in flames
‘Cause ya’ll apes waste space
And it's gettin' real late for ya
Yeah eyes in the back of my head
I catch Z’s in the front
Rather be caught dead
I used to doomsday prep and now I’m like
If doomsday could try to get
Me in the front half
I wouldn’t even be that mad (Max)
Or Vice taxed with my lab rats
Too many pills
But chillin’ with the transplant
Too many thrills
We do the shit that most can’t regularly
And on a schedule maybe even
Maybe, or maybe not
Pump fake bait switch hit ‘em with the twist
Yeah wait wait just like this
Now keep waitin’ nothin’ to see here
I steer like a broke
Front bike wheel driftin’
Appear for the night
If the right breeze send me
I deal with the types
Stay alive stay liftin’
When diggin’ in the dirt so temptin’ huh
Holler dick is in the water
I get it how I live it
Split it with my partners double jumping
Fuckin' up these level bosses
This machine kills screens and kills
Where you at? Where you at where you at?
If ain’t movin’ us then it need to fall back
Got style plus smarts plus heart
What you call that? Pinpoint aim
When I flame you get all that where you at?
What it is what it ain’t
Ya’ll hate, blow hard but it don’t inflate
All right, alt-right goin’ down in flames
‘Cause ya’ll apes waste space
And this didn’t relate for ya
I got P-E-O-P-L-E nothin’ else matters to me
Come on connect collect reflect
Come get the wet I architect i arc it best
Voice to my left tell me "Get like the rest"
Voice in my head tell me "Ain't none left"
But that thump in my chest tell me
Boy go ‘head
‘Cause the thump in my chest tell me I’m not
Nah nah nah i made a song called
"How to feel good when it’s all wrong
How to be on when it’s all off" (awful)
Poppin’ like a sawed-off ayeyaya
Ayeyayaya i do rad shit bad shit
Miss me with that trash shit
It goes classes to ashes
This machine kills fascists
Where you at? Where you at where you at?
If ain’t movin’ us then it need to fall back
Got style plus smarts plus heart
What you call that? Pinpoint aim
When I flame you get all that where you at?
What it is what it ain’t
Ya’ll hate, blow hard but it don’t inflate
All right, all right goin’ down in flames
‘Cause ya’ll apes waste space
And it's getting real late for ya