Peace by SUICIDE BEATS - TRUE STORIES Lyrics

Ya
This called Peace

Life was good, feeling great
Chilling, getting high, with my mates
School was tough; exam day
Only a test, fuck it aye
Drama room, smoking shit
Come on cuz, give us a hit
Shirts untucked and skipping class
Mum found out she'd belt our ass
Down the beach on Saturday
Looking for that perfect wave
Boardshorts and backwards caps;
Shitty tans and sun burnt backs
I owe it all to my friends
Without them, this chapter ends
This rap is for my boys
So come on brah, let's make some noise
So fuck cunts who hold me back
All of youse are fucking whack
None of you will ever see the dreams it took control of me
In the clouds I'm gonna sit
Rapping about this real shit
True stories is how I roll
No one stop I'm in control
So boys and girls, with dreams today;
Don't let no one in your way
Just being real with all you cunts;
Writing raps and smoking blunts
Nah, cunt, ain't done yet
You thought I was
Yeah, I bet
Got something I want to say
So switch on and listen, aye
'All you cunts who joke for fun
Picking on those little ones
Everyone hurts the same;
This weak as piss, mad shame
Out to all those boys and girls
That don't feel safe in the world
Stand up and beat the game;
Push past the fucking pain
No matter what you do
Be ya'self brah, you do you
Rise up to the clouds
As one we're quiet, together we're loud.'

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Peace