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RAW
14
Turnede
Alternative Rap
RAW adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Regime Music Group tarafından 7 Ağustos 2026 tarihinde yayınlandıRAW - Single
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Çıkış Tarihi7 Ağustos 2026
FirmaRegime Music Group
DilEnglish
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM86

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Codefendants
Codefendants
Programming
Factor Chandelier
Factor Chandelier
Programming
P.O.S
P.O.S
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Factor Chandelier
Factor Chandelier
Songwriter
Sam King
Sam King
Songwriter
Julio Ramos
Julio Ramos
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Factor Chandelier
Factor Chandelier
Producer

Şarkı sözleri

[Intro]
Ayy
[Verse 1]
Out of step with the world
Never felt man enough
Never white or Black or hispanic enough
Outsider, Richard Wright
No political party will represent me in this light
Got a scholarship, argued with faculty
Now I'm a fuckin' felon, so much for that bachelor's degree
I say fuck the police and all power trippers
From bullies to CEOs putting profit over people
To screaming managers to disinformation and hate teachers
Hypocritical rapists, gurus, and priests preaching of evil
All of 'em are so see-through, all of them are deceitful
Beasts feasting on impressionable creatures
[Chorus]
Who made the rules? Who made the rules?
Fuck them, fuck you
Who made the rules? Who made the rules?
Fuck them, fuck you
Ever question your truth?
Ever question your truth?
Ever question your truth?
[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
We better when our sense jettison
Let all the what-ifs in, let it rip, hit the sand, let's go
Lean hella and get mean, get it
Don't fuck around, let's get more left
Weatherman aesthetic drip (Okay)
Ready, set, let 'em regret, better yet, uh
Went outta step, we couldn't keep up, never forget
Too frosty, personal line eleven the boss's
Bounce pass to poof and get lost like
Poof, jump, hit the roof with fists
Camp the ceiling to this
Too many kids screaming out, "Let us in," to desist
Let us in, we insist
Precision miss, gotta hit 'em with the whole blitz
[Chorus]
Who made the rules? Who made the rules? (F-U-C-K-Y-O-U)
Fuck them, fuck you (F-F-U-C-K-Y-O-U)
Who made the rules? Who made the rules? (F-F-U-C-K-Y-O-U)
Fuck them, fuck you (Fuck Bush, fuck Quayle and the whole Republican crew)
F-U-C-K-Y-O-U
F-F-U-C-K-Y-O-U
F-F-U-C-K-Y-O-U
Fuck Bush, fuck Quayle and the whole Republican crew
[Verse 3]
I swear to God a defeated defeat will be a disease
Disguised as a common, but not a convient, impractically free
We will emerge from the scorched earth
Bask in the bloodthirst when the villages learn to purge
Upon the children of free, build upside down and achieve
The black smoke billowing out of a weak soul
Vapor the baby to jump back into a breath of dust
Us on a rock in space getting chased around by the sun
[Chorus]
Who made the rules? Who made the rules? (F-U-C-K-Y-O-U)
Fuck them, fuck you (F-F-U-C-K-Y-O-U)
Who made the rules? Who made the rules? (F-F-U-C-K-Y-O-U)
Fuck them, fuck you (Fuck Bush, fuck Quayle and the whole Republican crew)
F-U-C-K-Y-O-U (Ever question your truth?)
F-F-U-C-K-Y-O-U (Ever question your truth?)
F-F-U-C-K-Y-O-U (Ever question your truth?)
Fuck Bush, fuck Quayle and the whole Republican crew (I don't think so, fuck 'em)
Written by: Factor Chandelier, Julio Ramos, Sam King
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