Myer Clarity - Anarchy Lyrics

They not gonna like this
They really not gonna like this
I'ma like it tho

Why you gotta be this way?
I dunno
I dun-I dunno
I dunno

Why you gotta do this shit
I dunno
I dun-I dunno
I dunno

I don't know what you thinkin'
Of all the things you could be pick to be, yo ass went 'n picked basic
I'm doing me, I know you don't agree, I don't like the numbers you paint with
Lookin at me like I'm crazy
I did the thing that was hard to do, made it twice as hard, now I'm cakin'
Shiiit
As God is my witness
I've been to the bottom, I walk in 'em districts
You're lining your pockets with all of my business
You thought you could skim it
Y'all wrong but let's not get specific
My generation so fed up
Fed a lie and y'all won't admit it
"Diplomas, gotta get it!"
Credit card killed at tuition
In debt, man, they got you for your life
Damn, I said it
Baby Boomers gettin' bodied, I said it
Wake up
Motherf*cker, you ain't that wack-ass wardrobe, punk
What you tryna build they dreams for? Shit, what you sold yours, chump?
The same people 'bout to push you off the ledge are the ones yelling "No, don't jump!"
F*ck that "Share & Like" shit, we out here tryna fight our own wars, Trump

Crumpled drink tickets say this Whiskey tastes like water
[Taste like water, taste like water, taste like motherf*ckin' water]
Tell everyone I ever worked for I'll be back for their daughters
[For they daughters, for they daughters, for they motherf*ckin' daughters]
Got the 5th of Henny in me, smokin' Kush up, out the window
[Out the window, out the window, out the motherf*ckin' window]
Can't nobody tell me nothing I'ma do this how I wanna
[How I wanna, how I wanna]

This is motherf*ckin' anarchy! [Whoop]
Motherf*ckin' anarchy
What you need, what you know, player?
This is motherf*ckin' anarchy! [Whoop]
Motherf*ckin' anarchy
What you need, what you know, son?
This is motherf*ckin' anarchy!

F*ck outta here with that "first and last" rent
Homies and I just got f*cked outta cheques
For minimum wage, takin' food off my shelf
And it's perfectly legal 'till I make some threats
Man, I work 40 hours at makin' you rich
And you on the computer, erasing my shifts
Man, I never been violent
Yuppies been tryin' my patience, hate this, your house I been eyin' it
Huh
Pull them panties down for that credit card
Got that brand dick in your ass, bitch, its black and hella hard
You can get away with anything 'long as your brand slick
I live in a city that willingly re-elected a f*ckin' crackhead
In the 4-1-6
More like "We-hate-the-poor-1-6"
No one's rich
Credit don't make a man more, a bitch
Book don't make the cover, hold up, bitch
If it smells like bullshit, you know it is
Minimum wage they control us with
Justice don't, why would I go legit?
Justice don't, why would I go legit?

Crumpled drink tickets say this Whiskey tastes like water
[Taste like water, taste like water, taste like motherf*ckin' water]
Tell everyone I ever worked for I'll be back for their daughters
[For they daughters, for they daughters, for they motherf*ckin' daughters]
Got the 5th of Henny in me, smokin' Kush up, out the window
[Out the window, out the window, out the motherf*ckin' window]
Can't nobody tell me nothing I'ma do this how I wanna
[How I wanna, how I wanna]

This is motherf*ckin' anarchy! [Whoop]
Motherf*ckin' anarchy
What you need, what you know, player?
This is motherf*ckin' anarchy! [Whoop]
Motherf*ckin' anarchy
What you need, what you know, son?
This is motherf*ckin' anarchy!

Don't know