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Intolerance
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Intolerance został wydany 16 września 2022 przez NO INFLUENCE jako część albumu Monkey Paw
album cover
Data wydania16 września 2022
WytwórniaNO INFLUENCE
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fear the White Noise
Fear the White Noise
Performer
Ian Chege
Ian Chege
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ian Chege
Ian Chege
Composer, Lyrics
Collin David Deters
Collin David Deters
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fear the White Noise
Fear the White Noise
Producer
Ian Chege
Ian Chege
Producer

Tekst Utworu

Don't fall when I call, just loll in the stall
Got the gall, standing tall, man's plan is to maul
Wanna chop it at the mall, rather chop it out the maw
Razor blade on my taste buds, sons fucking raw
Light of Sun Ra, pride of drunk gods
Ride to some law, righting some wrong
Life is so long yet so short, just a blip
Put the pipe to ya jaw, just abort for a bit
On tour for his quips, more and more, wants to quit
Only in it to spit it not for the whores or the chips
So sip 'til I trip splish splash in the gutter
Hit a spliff, slit a wrist, grin and laugh as I go under
Used to wish I was another now I wish I was no one
I don't see a motherfucker, back on path to be no one
Don't wanna grow old but can't be buried by parents
So guess I'll chill in limbo as cemetery keep blaring
Wallow in my hollow sins
Swallow his intolerance
Coddle them with tonsil pins
Then follow his walk within
Caught within his nauseous grin
Squeeze his teeth 'til something bleeds
Say you're ready for cheap confetti
Til lost thoughts seep into your dreams
Wallow in my hollow sins
Swallow his intolerance
Coddle them with tonsil pins
Then follow his walk within
Caught within his nauseous grin
Squeeze his teeth 'til something bleeds
Say you're ready for cheap confetti
Til lost thoughts seep into your dreams
Wallow in my hollow sins
Swallow his intolerance
Coddle them with tonsil pins
Then follow his walk within
Caught within his nauseous grin
Squeeze his teeth 'til something bleeds
Say you're ready for cheap confetti
Til lost thoughts seep into your dreams
Wallow in my hollow sins
Swallow his intolerance
Coddle them with tonsil pins
Then follow his walk within
Caught within his nauseous grin
Squeeze his teeth 'til something bleeds
Say you're ready for cheap confetti
Til lost thoughts seep into your dreams
Has he made it apparent he can't be a parent
Too busy airing out parrots and industry Karens
Declare he's uncaring, unaware where he's staring
Pairing arid merits while preparing his errands
Getting further and further from the herd and the murmurs
Concerned with a deserter with urges to murder
Still equipt with the ick, dumb enough to still bump
On a rickety cliff, got a hunch I should jump
Clumping these funds 'til I'm a hundred and one
Still running from some hateful shade of the sun
Favorite place is among the strangled and drugged
Who pray to no one, wait for they day to come
In they heyday for once but never stay in the same place
Play eighths for fun never stray in a sane state
Don't maintain my namesake, inspired by gramarye
Tire of the fire even occult folk can't handle me
Wallow in my hollow sins
Swallow his intolerance
Coddle them with tonsil pins
Then follow his walk within
Caught within his nauseous grin
Squeeze his teeth 'til something bleeds
Say you're ready for cheap confetti
Til lost thoughts seep into your dreams
Wallow in my hollow sins
Swallow his intolerance
Coddle them with tonsil pins
Then follow his walk within
Caught within his nauseous grin
Squeeze his teeth 'til something bleeds
Say you're ready for cheap confetti
Til lost thoughts seep into your dreams
Wallow in my hollow sins
Swallow his intolerance
Coddle them with tonsil pins
Then follow his walk within
Caught within his nauseous grin
Squeeze his teeth 'til something bleeds
Say you're ready for cheap confetti
Til lost thoughts seep into your dreams
Wallow in my hollow sins
Swallow his intolerance
Coddle them with tonsil pins
Then follow his walk within
Caught within his nauseous grin
Squeeze his teeth 'til something bleeds
Say you're ready for cheap confetti
Til lost thoughts seep into your dreams
Written by: Collin David Deters, Ian Chege
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