REMIEWORLD – Pitchforks

REMIEWORLD – Pitchforks Lyrics

Artist: REMIEWORLD
Song: 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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Release Year: 2021