"STAMPEDE" lyrics

"STAMPEDE"

Get get get back
I ain't got time for the tact
Grinning with a burlap sack
Young brother sharp as a tack
Snatch a crown from a king, then I tell you where I spat
Grown man simping for a rat
Bootlicker blues, you a gnat
Time to start a riot, where you at
Where you at
Where you at
Where you at at

Left side to the right side
(Left side to the right)
Front side to the back
(Front side to the back)
Stampede if you're with me
(Stampede if you're with me)
We ain't tryna hear that
(We ain't tryna hear that)
Left side to the right side
(Left side to the right)
Front side to the back
(Front side to the back)
Stampede if you're with me
We ain't tryna hear that
We ain't tryna hear that

No point in arguing, the value's out the door
I look for empathy, the love was left below
I tried to phone a friend and tell him where to go
You look for venom then you'll find a pot of gold
We ain't tryna hear that

We ain't tryna hear that fat cat, get him capsized
Greasy ass pig did a backslide
Drowned in blood and I'm baptized
You done had the prize for the last time
Rats!
You won't find love through a stat
Tryna take a life for some cash
They just keep hitting with the tit, tit, tit, tit, tit
They ain't ready for the tat

Left side to the right side
(Left side to the right)
Front side to the back
(Front side to the back)
Stampede if you're with me
(Stampede if you're with me)
We ain't tryna hear that
(We ain't tryna hear that)
Left side to the right side
(Left side to the right)
Front side to the back
(Front side to the back)
Stampede if you're with me
We ain't tryna hear that
We ain't tryna hear that

Giving my reply with a bat
Find a oligarch, get him taxed
Runnin' outta time
Ooooh

No point in arguing, the value's out the door
I look for empathy, the love was left below
I tried to phone a friend and tell him where to go
You look for venom then you'll find a pot of gold

The ones below
Can't you see we're the pot of gold
Shake that ground, where they gonna go
Oooh, shit
The ones below
Can't you see we're the pot of gold
Shake that ground, where they gonna go
Oooh

You gotta do it for the ones you love baby
You gotta fight for the ones you love baby
You gotta do it for the ones you love baby
You gotta fight for the ones you love baby


Writer(s): Dann Hume, Genesis Owusu
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