[LYRICS] Zico - Cocks (Unofficial)
* This was done by ear. As such, chunks are missing, which will be indicated. We will update the lyrics if the official is ever released.
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(This is he… this song is dedicated to all my cocks. Yo, listen up.)
What’s your dream, does a vision for you even exist?
We live in a world of professionals, of businessmen, of billionaire salaries
Policemen, lawyers, king singers, the underground’s return of glory
But wait, why do you think you can discount effort? It’s a frequent occurrence
Jealous haters tackling my dream
They do nothing to achieve their own, such a good life they’re living
Grow up and gain a conscious because the gentlemen and the pathetic are divided once we hit our 20’s
Has it hit you yet? All you’ve done is play, eat, shit, sleep all day
Tsk tsk you pathetic being, grow up and leave your mother’s arms
If you’ve never experienced despair, don’t think of hoping for joy
If I’m in bad condition, it’s Murphy’s law
Even if I take a day off, I make sure I’m ironclad with my resting phase
I’m a master of an art that knows how to control my health as I wish
You don’t have dilligence or sincerity, the only thoughts in your head are about getting laid (oh shit..)
(I will change the system) Our field of fire is similar to the society of ants
You can’t knock down a tree you’ve cut at 10 times
You only chew your food once it’s been fed to you
You act more prudently than a tadpole
You never grow up to find bigger things but dive back into your tiny pond
(Close your eyes) Quietly reflect on your life
Ask yourself why you’re still in the same place and what you have left
Your mental age is forever locked in as a minor
You’re like a diseased patient chain smoking nonstop
The only thing your tongue is useful for is licking up the alcohol you buy with every spare change
(This is really my advice for you) You guys need to realize the reality of your skills
It’s only definite that you’ll be met with tragedy if you keep it up
Don’t hold back the ankles of those around you after you’ve fucked up your life
I’m always feeling for opportunities, sharpening my knives
You don’t have to bitch for shit to come out
Wake up, fucker
There’s no end to this, I could calculate it for you from one to ten
But I don’t have that much time for you (I’m always busy)
I rack my brain for songs when I’m bored
Something that you can’t do even if you hang on to three hours for dear life (you’ll throw up)
**** missing speed rap
(You ought to know what it is)
(By Zico)
(These bitch and mo’fucker)
