Rival

Lyrics

All my rivals will see what I have in store
 My gun
 ♪
 I've been harboring fleets in this reservoir
 Red sun
 
 And this nation's about to explode
 ♪
 Your disciples are riddled with metaphors
 Well-hung
 
 Better pony up and bring both your barrelfulls
 Not one
 As we release this unspeakable toll
 ♪
 (Every grain of sand equals)
 (All the stars and everyone)
 ♪
 How's our mother to damn these contributors
 With mud?
 
 How will the man who made chemicals difficult
 Shed blood?
 
 How's our father supposed to be told?
 

Audio Features

Song Details

Duration
03:38
Key
8
Tempo
143 BPM

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