Luyện nghe bài hát Volatile

Fuck the

never see me coming
Their faces in shock
Now the fools gunning
To put our to the black
of the laughter
Sick of the
Sick of the
feeling of shame
Sick of white privil eged and vain
Protesting a culture that the same
blame the false elites
When assholes march the streets
So call me a hypocrite me a fake
It's nothing compared to your pride and hate

Dead and
times are volatile
There's no room for you

Dead and
no room left for you
There's are volatile

This world is fucking

Fuck the

You'll see me coming
of the racists
Sick of the
of them telling me it's immigrants
Sick of the phonies on my phone
Sick of the NRA trying to me
crying innocence
Stop claiming
Good men won't because they're scared of the violence
But bad men screaming to fill up the silence

Dead and
There's times are
There's no room for you

Dead and
There's no left for you
There's times are

This world is volatile

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