toasty digital - PROTOCOL lyrics
[toasty digital - PROTOCOL lyrics]
Random disclaimer!
Hey, don't do anything that I
Say in this song, okay?
It's fucking fiction
If anything happens, don't fucking blame me
White America, fuck Bill O'Reilly
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
I'm fucking radical, nigga
I'm fucking radical i'm fucking radical
I'm motherfucking radical
I'm fucking radical, nigga
I'm fucking radical i'm fucking radical
I'm motherfucking radical
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
I'm fucking radical, nigga
I'm fucking radical i'm fucking radical
I'm motherfucking radical
I'm fucking radical, nigga
I'm fucking radical i'm fucking radical
I'm motherfucking radical
I wanna talk, I wanna call you and talk
I wanna walk to your front door and knock
After I start my vehicle
Drive to your city 'cause we
Live an hour apart
Land at your driveway and put it in park
Then do the third line of this verse
Then back to my house and
We pack up our bikes
And we ride through the park, chase the sun
God, that's all I want, other than air
Oxygen and financial freedom, yeah
I want your company, I need your company
I want you to want from me
I can't maneuver without you next to me
(I hope you answer, Ayo, I hope you answer)
Just tell me something about yourself
(I hope you answer)
Well, look, if, if you don't talk, I mean
These sessions are going to go slower, so-
This is what the devil plays
Before he goes to sleep
Some food for thought? This food for death
Go 'head and fucking eat
My father's dead, well, I don't know
We'll never fucking meet
I cut my wrist and play
Piano 'cause I'm so depressed
Somebody call the pastor
This bastard is so possessed
This meeting just begun, nigga
I'm Satan's son (I hope you answer)
My mother raised me, a single parent
So it's apparent
That I got love for my mother
None of you other fuckers
Are much important
I'm getting angrier while recording
I'm feeling like the bulls
I've got a gang of wolves
Odd Future is children that's fucked
Up in they mental
Simple, but probably not, fuck em
If you had the chance to tell him something
What would you tell him?
Hey, don't do anything that I
Say in this song, okay?
It's fucking fiction
If anything happens, don't fucking blame me
White America, fuck Bill O'Reilly
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
I'm fucking radical, nigga
I'm fucking radical i'm fucking radical
I'm motherfucking radical
I'm fucking radical, nigga
I'm fucking radical i'm fucking radical
I'm motherfucking radical
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
Kill people, burn shit, fuck school
I'm fucking radical, nigga
I'm fucking radical i'm fucking radical
I'm motherfucking radical
I'm fucking radical, nigga
I'm fucking radical i'm fucking radical
I'm motherfucking radical
I wanna talk, I wanna call you and talk
I wanna walk to your front door and knock
After I start my vehicle
Drive to your city 'cause we
Live an hour apart
Land at your driveway and put it in park
Then do the third line of this verse
Then back to my house and
We pack up our bikes
And we ride through the park, chase the sun
God, that's all I want, other than air
Oxygen and financial freedom, yeah
I want your company, I need your company
I want you to want from me
I can't maneuver without you next to me
(I hope you answer, Ayo, I hope you answer)
Just tell me something about yourself
(I hope you answer)
Well, look, if, if you don't talk, I mean
These sessions are going to go slower, so-
This is what the devil plays
Before he goes to sleep
Some food for thought? This food for death
Go 'head and fucking eat
My father's dead, well, I don't know
We'll never fucking meet
I cut my wrist and play
Piano 'cause I'm so depressed
Somebody call the pastor
This bastard is so possessed
This meeting just begun, nigga
I'm Satan's son (I hope you answer)
My mother raised me, a single parent
So it's apparent
That I got love for my mother
None of you other fuckers
Are much important
I'm getting angrier while recording
I'm feeling like the bulls
I've got a gang of wolves
Odd Future is children that's fucked
Up in they mental
Simple, but probably not, fuck em
If you had the chance to tell him something
What would you tell him?