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๐Ÿ‘ค 1 Trait Danger โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ 1 Trait Bangers โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 2:26
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โฑ๏ธ 2:26 duration
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๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

Shut the fuck up
Shut your mouth and shut up
1 Trait's back, so it's time to get the fuck up

What the fuck's up
'Bardi 'bout to come up
Baseball bat, yeah, he gonna fuck my knees up

Where the tracks at?
Where's my money, bro?
I got my axe back
I'm 'bout to kill you, yo

Chop, chop, chop
Down both your knees like some trees while you're screamin'
"Lombardi, please!"

'Bardi please, 'ba-'ba-'bardi please
Lombardi please
'Bardi please, 'ba-'ba-'bardi please
Where the tracks at?
Where's my money, bro?
Indie rock is dead, but I'm not
But I'm not
Bu-Bu-But I'm not
But I'm not

Write the songs, how hard could it be?
Write the music, this shit ain't easy
Write the songs (How hard could it be?)
I gotta write the songs (Write the songs)

Can't think of shit, I dunno how to write
I used this joke on the last album, right?
I'm no Shakespeare, no Vonnegut
I don't even know what a sonnet is
Welcome to the slaughterhouse
You can't even hide at your daughter's house

You signed the contract with your blood
They suck the rest if you give 'em a dud
If you don't make him the fuckin' stacks
With sufficient raps, with ten platinum tracks
He's gonna come to your house with a baseball bat
And break both of your motherfuckin' legs in half

So you pray to the Lord to forgive your sins
You pray to the Lord to forgive your sins
You pray to the Lord to forgive your sins
You pray to the Lord to forgive your sins

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:00.88] Shut the fuck up
[00:01.85] Shut your mouth and shut up
[00:03.19] 1 Trait's back, so it's time to get the fuck up
[00:05.95] What the fuck's up
[00:07.23] 'Bardi 'bout to come up
[00:08.63] Baseball bat, yeah, he gonna fuck my knees up
[00:11.49] Where the tracks at?
[00:12.78] Where's my money, bro?
[00:14.04] I got my axe back
[00:15.37] I'm 'bout to kill you, yo
[00:16.36] Chop, chop, chop
[00:17.74] Down both your knees like some trees while you're screamin'
[00:20.50] "Lombardi, please!"
[00:21.86] 'Bardi please, 'ba-'ba-'bardi please
[00:25.41] Lombardi please
[00:27.08] 'Bardi please, 'ba-'ba-'bardi please
[00:29.63] Where the tracks at?
[00:30.99] Where's my money, bro?
[00:36.11] Indie rock is dead, but I'm not
[00:38.44] But I'm not
[00:39.32] Bu-Bu-But I'm not
[00:42.61] But I'm not
[00:53.66] Write the songs, how hard could it be?
[00:56.47] Write the music, this shit ain't easy
[00:59.06] Write the songs (How hard could it be?)
[01:01.41] I gotta write the songs (Write the songs)
[01:04.07] Can't think of shit, I dunno how to write
[01:06.93] I used this joke on the last album, right?
[01:09.29] I'm no Shakespeare, no Vonnegut
[01:12.13] I don't even know what a sonnet is
[01:14.72] Welcome to the slaughterhouse
[01:17.67] You can't even hide at your daughter's house
[01:20.20] You signed the contract with your blood
[01:22.71] They suck the rest if you give 'em a dud
[01:25.61] If you don't make him the fuckin' stacks
[01:28.03] With sufficient raps, with ten platinum tracks
[01:30.63] He's gonna come to your house with a baseball bat
[01:33.20] And break both of your motherfuckin' legs in half
[01:36.09] So you pray to the Lord to forgive your sins
[01:38.97] You pray to the Lord to forgive your sins
[01:41.56] You pray to the Lord to forgive your sins
[01:44.15] You pray to the Lord to forgive your sins
[01:47.02]

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