Whoa, so many shits are happening
Look at all these religions
The traffic jam all struggling
But the traffic stop one family

Mm, I miss my sofa
Walkin' on pavement is soaking with water
I just survived getting hit by a motor
I walk the cross walk holding cross getting cross, fuck man, all slaughter
Told my brother 'bout the city how it's sucking me, it drained my energy
And hitting me and killing me
No trees, we don't need no trees, concretes is the way
'Cause we love forty-two degrees
So you think this is hot?
So why not buy a yacht
Take a sail summer salt
I forgot that the spot to the top
Climbing up is impos'
Just a thought, take a shot, don't bang your cock

I love this city (city, city)
Looking so pretty (mm)
I just came back where
Visiting Paris (mm)

I just love how everything is giving me the benefit of being free
But even though this systematically it's just inadequate, but to my ears melody
Bangkok city, muay Thai, Palm Tree, so nice
Don't be stress, ช่วยกันนะคนไทย
You're in debt, look up and smile
Do Your best มันอยู่ที่ใจ
No, I'm not mad ไม่เปนไร

Whoa, so many shits are happening
Look at all these religions
The traffic jam all struggling
But the traffic stop one family (mm)

Hookers on streets and we don't have one
Bribing police, yeah, we don't have none
Leadership wise, yeah, he think he won
But did he?
Or he just got guns
Guns, guns, guns, tanks, tanks
He's a God
Money, money, money, cash, cash
There's no problem

Bang, bang, bang, fucking cops went mad
Shooting kids, shooting everything the kids had ever had
Traaat-tat-tat-tat, fucking news went fast
Don't forget to snap photo for an ad, goddamn

Monday, took a highway
Thought it was a cry day
My way doesn't really matter
I say Friday
Still here on the drive way
Clean chase, stuck in a loop
Whoop-whoop, like a replay
Oh, shit, there's a coup by the same group
Pot-chi-chi-pot, hmm, same troop
By the same dude, for the same good
For the same food, for the same loop

That we're stuck in the past, yeah, it might be the last
But the cash was a lot so there's nothing to do
People harassed, but the news do not cast
We were stuck in the gas and they charged like a bull
Silence is golden, we quietly voting
The truth is unfolding, we wait and behold them
The more that we know and the more that we show
And the more megaphones is to make this place home

Whoa, so many shits are happening
Look at all these religions
The traffic jam all struggling
But the traffic stop one family
Whoa, so many shits are happening
Look at all these religions
The traffic jam all struggling
But the traffic stop one family