This is war
You had enough
This make you so shook that you soil your drawers
You knew how to run
We're taking it all
I [?]
Got nothin' to say shut your mouth
We'll fuckin' have fun at your communist country
That's word to Hawaii, let's make this shit out
And this is house
And nobody pushin' us out
Now my brother let them come
[?] they inquire so fuck you
Middle fingers everywhere
Anyone can get it, plenty to share
There's gold on those girls
There's gold on those boats
You shootin' us down
Don't want us to float
There's gold on those boys
There's gold washed up on the shore
There's gold washed up on the shore
Gold washed up on the shore
Those cameras don't capture it all
And 40 characters ain't doing enough
So fuck what you heard
We're bringing the doors to the dirt
You see us with hands in your purse
We squeezing that teet 'til it ruptures and bursts
I'll guzzle that shit while I grab on my nuts
I'm from a country called Earth
Gold washed up on the shore
Gold washed up on the shore
Gold washed up on the shore
Gold washed up on the shore
Gold washed up on the shore
Gold washed up on the shore
Gold washed up on the shore
Uhh
You see us with hands in your purse
We squeezing that teet 'til it ruptures and bursts
I'll guzzle that shit while I grab on my nuts
I'm from the country called Earth
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