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factory (feat. Normal Writing)
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factory (feat. Normal Writing) was released on August 12, 2022 by Omni Yagami as a part of the album Castles
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AlbumCastles
Release DateAugust 12, 2022
LabelOmni Yagami
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
T. Johnson
T. Johnson
Songwriter
J. Arbogast
J. Arbogast
Songwriter

Lyrics

Des moines, iowa smells like a factory
Omaha, omaha smells like a factory
Doctor phil’s basement smells like a factory
Austin, texas smells like a factory
Springfield, illinois smells like a factory
New york city don’t smell like a factory
Here comes dr. phil sliding through the fax machine
Minneapolis don’t smell like a factory
You’re gambling
I’m looking back at agonizing travesties
Scrambling my grandma’s crib for benzodiazepines
Smoke is in my lungs again
Hanging by the factory
Damage to my psyche
Got a bad mentality
I should go on dr. phil so audience could laugh at me
And wear a pair of khakis
And take a pabst out with me
So natalie could say “it’s sad to see such a tragedy”
Young frank booth on your home tv
And i been lonely
And i been lonely
Ghost cars in my rear view
Thought you doing donuts but i don’t even see you
When you’re in my presence
Better ‘ppreciate your safety
Paranoid and angry
You could never play me
Thinking bout my every move
I never move hasty
Tryna quit cigarettes
Smoke a pack daily
Nothing you could say to me
So pray for me and maybe
I’ll go back to doing what i do best baby
All you fuckers lame to me
You’re tasteless and lazy
Want the pop but not the smoke
Take a toke of laced weed
It’s so sad to see factories (factories)
It’s so sad to see factories (factories)
This ain’t happy or sad
It’s simply the truth
I’s born by the factory breathing in the fumes
Back as a kid, garden avenue
We lit blunts in the shed and got kalamazooed
(ya feel me)
You illustrated a mutilated portrait of layman’s
Your futile ways is a painting of why i can’t explain it
My shit is x-rated, that which’ll never be dated
You can’t mistake it, i got what you not
You ain’t it, motherfucker
Written by: J. Arbogast, T. Johnson
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