Whose, The Thought - Bo-Lieve! Lyrics

I walk slow like a sea of thieves loading screen
Bo-lieve in the boy with the golden feet
Chocbo speed how the girls start to fiend for me
Easily I'll be universal like the fiend should be
Yeah
Of course I'm fucking stressed
Worries bout my pops he has no motion in his neck
I'm known to blow a bag way before I get a check
Unemployment running out I gotta take some bigger steps
Afford these fees like soldier b, yeah
When the bills collect I lack the prep, uh
We'll be fighting pork out on the streets, yes
None of us are free till they are dead
Abolition, destroy, rebuild, upgrade
Politicians well skilled with the pumpfake
Only way they listen when their livelihood is at stake
Only way they act when a pump on their face

Abolition destroy rebuild upgrade
Only way they listen when a pump in their face
Abolition destroy rebuild upgrade
Only way they listen when a pump in their face
Smile baby

Burgeoning boulder bout to mold a hole
To roll around in and store a bowl of what I stole
And I'm loaded up with more than lux been throwing at the wall
Better grow if you're still small, you gotta be this tall to go!
Lo behold the loafer-rocking ho been opened cages
For the smokers and the opal-hoarders' favorite microphages
My oasis hasn't had a spit of water since the two-thousands
And the only TV show that makes it out there is Fallon
I'd give a couple of gallons of blood to kick it by the pool
I got an uncle named Alan that doesn't know about the gruel
I used to hustle up Allen to try and catch the train from school
But now I'm stuck with Al-Anon cause I suffered through the cruel
Rule of the suspect is lower your gaze
You got a gravy plate waiting with that shade on your face
I won't give you space, racing for the fade with a gusto
No discussions with a rusted blade or raisinette gumbo
Abolition destroy rebuild upgrade

Only way they listen when a pump in their face
Abolition destroy rebuild upgrade
Only way they listen when a pump in their face
Smile baby

You just gotta BOLIEVE!