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[Verse 1: Julez]
Let's all blabber blabber, and talkity talk, yeah
Where any disagreement turns into warfare
It's typical to see 'em giving you a warped glare
Spitting criticism while they're sitting in their lawn chair
Never lifting a finger unless they're flipping the middle one
Up at people they think they're above
I'm sick of it, 'cause although it's cool to be critical
Most aren't constructive and never contributed much
Listen up, I know I'm b**hing myself
And I admit I can be a critic as well
But goddammit, some people are malicious as hell
And seem to live for the bullsh** fiction they tell, but
Never gonna fall for that trip
I'm never gonna fall for that trap
You can spit fire, use a tripwire
But I am never gonna fall for anything try to pull
[Chorus/Collision: Julez & Que Vedos For Men]
Yo, I'm never gonna fall for that trip
I'm never gonna fall for that trap
You can spit fire, use a tripwire
But I am never gonna fall for anything try to pull
I can't buck the trend
I'm never gonna fall, I'm never gonna fall
My mind's [?]
I'm never gonna fall, I'm never gonna fall
Still inside, sick disguise
I'm never gonna fall, I'm never gonna fall
I can't [?] this sh**
I am never gonna fall for anything try to pull
[Pre-Verse Ad-Libs: Seth Sentry]
Oi, Seth Sentry
Uh, oi
[Verse 2: Seth Sentry]
I'm feeling worn out, man, why're you talkin' 'bout me for now?
I'm sure I heard my name crawling out of your mouth
You wanna call out? I'm twisting
The phone chord around my fingers and ripping it from the wall now
There's your call out
It's like you're there waiting for me to fall down, nah, I fall up
You're busy tryna trip me to f**ing floor
Watch me summersault, land on my feet, keep running forward
I'm through with you on my battleship, you're too little
Cruise missiles sink your ship, [?] loose limbs will
[?] driftwood, fish food, b**hes [?]
Now go and eat your words with your forked tongue
Yo, I'm all done, boy, I mean business
(Huh?) You said dick's nineteen-inches
(What?) I think he said he likes cheese biscuits
f**, it's like a game of Chinese whispers, and
[Chorus/Collision: Julez & Que Vedos For Men]
I can't buck the trend
[?]
Speak inside, seek disguise
I can't [?] this sh**
I can't buck the trend
[?]
Speak inside, seek disguise
I can't [?] this sh**
Yo, I'm never gonna fall for that trip
I'm never gonna fall for that trap
You can spit fire, use a tripwire
But I am never gonna fall for anything try to pull
I can't buck the trend
I'm never gonna fall, I'm never gonna fall
My mind's [?]
I'm never gonna fall, I'm never gonna fall
Still inside, sick disguise
I'm never gonna fall, I'm never gonna fall
I can't [?] this sh**
I am never gonna fall for anything try to pull