Flogsta Scream

11:48 with a need for Novocaine.

Not a single thing to say on a Sunday.

I got no style, got no powers.

Til' midnight comes, I've got no pals.

With some old records but no cord to play them loud.

You pick the left, you pick the right.

You've got half the world to fight.

You can speak your piece to me,

But I won't take a side.

The medium has changed,

but mischief always finds a way.

I need a pep-talk 'cause yesterday,

was a Sunday.

I've got noise, I've got beats.

I see kids tearing up the streets.

The prescription for your condition makes you weak.

You pick the left, you pick the right.

You've got half the world to fight.

You can speak your piece to me,

but I won't take a side.

I've got some misinformation.

And I've got it all in droves.

If I can't change the station,

I'll turn that shit off and put in headphones.

You pick the left, you pick the right.

You've got half the world to fight.

You can speak your piece to me,

but I won't take a side.