Pitchforks Lyrics – REMIEWORLD
Singer: REMIEWORLD
Title: Pitchforks
Bros think that I’ve lost my mind
f#ck the snakes – ain’t got no spine
Middle finger up to all them lies
Told them countless times
You can stick that sh#t where the sun don’t shine
Double N where the pitchforks hang
Ride with us, I can’t trust your gang
See Double X, that’s my guys – my clan
Northampton side, we ain’t got that twang
We just get this bread any chance we have
Get this bread anytime we please
A45, drive through, breeze
f#ck flames, I’m cold just like zero degrees
Yeah it’s cold outsidе like it’s winter time
Jеsus Christ, see my heights
Someone told me wishes come in threes like mice
So I’m wishing three times to free my mind
And these demons with me never read my rights
Demons with me won’t leave my life
Thoughts stop this sh#t – to the peak I climb
f#ckers cat my style
Bros shot mud
Man on drugs
Weed smokey blocking up my lungs
Never trust a soul, I only trust my mum’s
Gotta let my head fall, keeping up my funds
Said I’m with my guys or do it on my ones
sh#t kicks off and like Forrest man run
Man play the beat and that track gets spun
Finna do this sh#t ’til the day I’m hung
Run it back
Pitchfork holder, hope you don’t lack
I can make that cat jump like 2, 1 clap
Remie wave the only view I have
Like Bob does the job, quick figure
Pray to the lord but I know I’m a sinner
I can still make P, grab food for my dinner
Cheese get bigger but your pockets get thinner
Messy kitchen, tunnel vision
Wait stop – need a word with my optician
Pitchforks swinging
Suicide note used for graves that I’m digging
Feel dead but living
The clock’s ticking
Got no time to be missing
If we’re safe in a dream world, my reality is slipping
And the devil keeps ringing
Back in ends and there’s still no sleep
Work grind on me, no
Go hard like my dick when I beat
Or get oral B, now she got white teeth
But for the Queen’s head I’m a fiend
I want it clean
But if it’s dirty, I just send it down to my spleen
Work like a machine
That is my daily routine
Run it back
Pitchfork holder, hope you don’t lack
I can make that cat jump like 2, 1 clap
Remie wave the only view I have
Like Bob does the job, quick figure
Pray to the lord but I know I’m a sinner
I can still make P, grab food for my dinner
Cheese get bigger but your pockets get…
Double N where the pitchforks hang
See Double X, that’s my guys – my clan
Northampton side, we ain’t got that twang
A45, drive through, breeze
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