Propaganda

Go! What the fuck? I don’t wanna know!
What the fuck I should be thinkin' every day
And in every way, yeah and in every way

You’re so hypocritical and now it’s political
I see propaganda and it’s just an agenda
Sometimes I think it’s spiritual but now I don’t even know
I got some news for you
No I ain’t selling my soul

Life is a story
You write the book
Yeah it’s up to you, it’s up to you

Yeah I see this motherfucker on the road he’s screaming genocide
That’s what happens when you get drunk off the sani bottle
In the streets of hollywood california
Where ya think you’re somebody but no one еven know ya

Yo
Hey
Do I know you
Wait, who?
What’s your name? Woah
Hold up, do I know you? What?
What thе fuck, hey

You cannot hear our sound
You cannot hear a sound
When we coming back around
When we coming back around
You cannot hear our sound
You cannot hear a sound
When we coming back around
When we coming back around

You’re so hypocritical and now it’s political
I see propaganda and it’s just an agenda
Sometimes I think it’s spiritual but now I don’t even know
I got some news for you
No I ain’t selling my soul