Whoa, so many shits are happening

Look at all these religions

The traffic jam all struggling

But the traffic stop one family

Umm, I miss my sofa

Walkin' on pavement is soaking with water

I just survived getting hit by a motor

I walk the crosswalk, holding cross, getting cross

Fuck man, all slaughter

Told my brother about the city

How it's sucking me, it drained my energy

And hitting me and killing me

No trees, we don’t need no trees

Concretes is the way

'Cause we love 42 Degrees

So you think this is hot?

So why not buy a yacht?

Take a sail, summer salt

I forgot that the spot

To the top, climbing up

Is impos, just a thought

Take a shot

Don’t bang your cock

Ugh, huh

I love this city

<span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="59.301" end="1:00.208">(City, city)</span></span> <span begin="1:00.551" end="1:01.459">Looking so pretty</span>

Ugh, huh

I just came back

Where?

Visiting Paris

Ugh, huh

I just love how everything is giving me the benefits of being free

But even though this systematically

It’s just inadequate but to my ears melody

Bangkok city, Muay Thai, palm tree

So nice

Don’t be stress ช่วยกันนะคนไทย

You’re in debt, look up and smile

Do your best มันอยู่ที่ใจ

No, I’m not mad ไม่เปนไร

Whoa, so many shits are happening

Look at all these religions

The traffic jam all struggling

But the traffic stop one family

Hookers on the street and we don’t have one

Bribing police, no, we don’t have none

Leadership wise, yeah, he think he won

But did he?

Or he just got guns

Guns, guns, tanks, tanks

<span begin="1:48.509" end="1:49.752">He’s a God</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="1:49.708" end="1:50.052">(God)</span></span>

Money, money, money, cash, cash

There’s no problem

Bang, bang, bang

Fucking cop went mad shooting kids

Shooting everything that the kids has ever had

Traat, tra-tra, tat-tat, fucking news went fast

Don’t forget to snap the photo for an ad

God damnn

Monday, took the highway

Thought it was a cry day, my way

Doesn’t really matter, I say

Friday, still here

On the drive way, cliche

Stuck in a loop, whoop, whoop, like a replay

Oh, shit, there’s a coup

By the same group

Pa-pa, pa, chh-chh, pa-pa-pa

Hmm, same troop

By the same dude

For the same good

For the same food

For the same loop

That we’re stuck in the past

And it might be the last but

The cash was a lot

So there’s nothing to do

People harassed

But the news do not cast

We were stuck in the gas

And they charged like a bull

Silence is golden

We quietly voting

The truth is unfolding

We wait and behold them

The more that we know and

The more that we show

And the more megaphones

Is to make this place home

Whoa, so many shits are happening

Look at all these religions

The traffic jam all struggling

But the traffic stop one family

Whoa, so many shits are happening

Look at all these religions

The traffic jam all struggling

But the traffic stop one family