"Suspect" lyrics
Living in
A fucking police state
Make amends when you're down 6ft deep
6ft deep...
No regard or fucking care
Motherfuckers like to brandish their gun in fear
So do it
On the streets were equal bitch
And that's where you'll meet your fucking final judgement
If my life were to end today
It wouldn't change the world in anyway
I'd rather die alone
With the weight on my chest
This is a god damn call out
To all you bitch made fucks with a badge
You're not something special
I'm not a saint
I'm not perfect
I've done fucked up things for no reason
Police brutality
Takes ahold of me
Dial 911
To fucking die
"Lets go motherfucker"
"Don't fucking resist me"
"Hands up bitch"
"That's not a chip on your shoulder
But your foot on my neck"
Step the fuck back
You could never trap me in a fucking cell
I will never live in your personal hell
With the weight on my chest
A fucking police state
Make amends when you're down 6ft deep
6ft deep...
No regard or fucking care
Motherfuckers like to brandish their gun in fear
So do it
On the streets were equal bitch
And that's where you'll meet your fucking final judgement
If my life were to end today
It wouldn't change the world in anyway
I'd rather die alone
With the weight on my chest
This is a god damn call out
To all you bitch made fucks with a badge
You're not something special
I'm not a saint
I'm not perfect
I've done fucked up things for no reason
Police brutality
Takes ahold of me
Dial 911
To fucking die
"Lets go motherfucker"
"Don't fucking resist me"
"Hands up bitch"
"That's not a chip on your shoulder
But your foot on my neck"
Step the fuck back
You could never trap me in a fucking cell
I will never live in your personal hell
With the weight on my chest
Writer(s): Christian Perez, Austin Dipietro, Dane Loeprich, Jerry Gauntz
