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Flatbush Zombies - Bliss lyrics

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Bliss by Flatbush Zombies

[Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliot]
I blink twice ’til my eyes close on my face
Deep breaths, struggling to reach home base
Awkward nigga, mother f**ker this is a race
God made me great, so I been invisible to hate
Partly humane, part of the same, part of the game
Used to smoke a Parliment before I partied with my pain
And Bacardi was the same, 151 to your brain
But I’d rather beg my pardon than to party with you lames
[Chorus: Meechy Darko]
f**k money, f**k friends, f**k family
f**k pussy, f**k drugs, f**k sanity
I don’t give a sh*t, Why?
Cause ignorance is bliss, right
f**k the law, f**k the president and white house
f**k the jury, f**k the judge in the nightgown
I don’t give a sh*t, Why?
Cause ignorance is bliss, right
[Verse 2: Zombie Juice]
Sit back and an*lyze my life like Montana did white
All the b**ches I hit, and all the b**ches I might
Clearly underrated amongst all the favorite
But f**k it, my styles like [?]
I’m a keep smoking ’til my lungs collapse
And f**k y’all laws, I’m a keep my straps
I’m better off dead, somebody fill my head up with lead
Dropped outta high school, lint in my pocket
I picked up the profit, the block b**chin, b**ches is hawkin’
Grandma don’t want me, Grandpa kinda lonely
Pay my dues, wear my jewels, refuse, never I lose
f**k that, on my last dollar and my bus pass
f**kin’ with some niggas that’ll give a mother f**k
Who f**kin with us? No one f**kin with us, time to reconsider
Zombie gang, walking dead, none iller
[Verse 3: Meechy Darko]
f**k your faculty, your fans, and your music
f**k the engineer, and the nigga that produced it
f**k your religion, your God, and your guidance
Tell Virgin Mary time for Meech to pop that hymen
f**k the Moon, f**k the stars, f**k Venus and Mars
f**k a Rolex and diamond ring with them flashy cars
f**k the last supper, f**k your church and it’s gospel
f**k them halfway dead niggas in the hospital
f**k my left lung, f**k my right lung
f**k my chrome gun, f**k my black gun
f**k f**k f**k f**k f**k
Drop five bombs, f**k that I’m on
Like the mic I record with, f**k global warming
f**k heaven and hell, purgatory
f**k the pastor, f**k you for giving him offering
f**kin’ exhausted from all these f**ks
I’m f**kin’ off this nigga, what the f**k
f**k you..

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