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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Planet B
Performer
RIc Scales
Rap
Justin Pearson
Lead Vocals
Luke Henshaw
Sampler
Scott Osment
Drums
Kevin Avery
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
RIc Scales
Songwriter
Justin Pearson
Songwriter
Luke Henshaw
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Luke Henshaw
Producer
गाने
Flush to judgement, the shits a hint.
Touch fingerprint, shit's not gourmet.
Make mom and dad, so sad so sad.
Choices are bad, they have no say.
Stupid enough, not dumb enough.
Pretend tough stuff, fuck off all day.
Go cry and cry, to amplify.
Buy and go bye, dial foul play.
Good luck at jail, aren't we for sale? 
Just don't inhale, it's so cliche. 
Out of business, it's shit and piss.
Then reminisce, burn cash per say.
Wrong way
Birthday is just death day delayed.
Dumb prey
Death day is just birthday unpaid.
Planet full of followers, no direction. 
Nothing is sacred, everything accepted
Unlearned lessons, misplaced aggression. 
Divided and conquered, the revolution on its deathbed. 
Who will lead us, we eat what the tube feeds us, while politicians whippin' in luxury two-seaters.
Trying to tell us that slavery is the new leisure.
We pray to influencers as if they the new Jesus.
Preach, what's inherited by the meek when the damage that we do is at an all time peak.
Peace, these days it seems out of reach, hate will captivate us Like a Dr. King speech.
Sheesh, uncharted waters too deep, I pity the living, they all know they all deceased.
Game, I got no time to play, cause birthday is death day delayed. 
Can new trash throw old trash away?
All saints stop at four play. So hey!
Crying foul play just gets sick pay.
They stay so sad all day, all day.                                                     
Now search and annoy just like a cowboy. 
Fuck a dumb decoy, pay for a replay. 
Seek and then destroy, break like a B-Boy. 
Opps got P-noid, mind in a weak state. 
Got lightest loafers, heaviest high heels.
Who wants to obey? Fuck it, just betray.
Heart full of deep hate, change is a cheap date. 
But it's too high of a price for a cheap date. 
Structurally stupid, broke head's got no lid.
Humor impaired prey can lead us astray.
Tryna stay focused, shit's looking hopeless.
Broken with no fix, yo, I'm on my own shit.
Written by: Justin Pearson, Luke Henshaw, RIc Scales