Moving out of the place where
The white people have face
Tattoos and do meth
To where they're
Popping pills in deep debt
It's okay though, they got stocks
McMansions hit power lines
Turn out blocks
Damn, it's good to be alive and feeling well
If you don't like that line, you can go to Hell
People don't want to talk no more. They gotta sell
Whatever you're selling, they don't want to buy
Even if it's a friendship. Hearts in a box
Shaped like a diploma or a 9 to 5
People don't want to talk no more. They gotta dine
If you ain't sitting at their table, you're wasting their time
People don't want to freak anymore. They're freaked out
Past the liquor store, they see them people tweaked out
After the tweakers, they can't look you in the eye
Too many horrors. Now they're just waiting to die
I'm moving out of the place where
The white people sold base
Stolen out of the case of
The players back in the day
Into the place where
The white people still chase
Any color out of their veins
Praising the makers of change
I'm moving out of the place
That still gentrifies
While praising diversity
And rising tides
My school just hid a hate crime
I hope they fry
Administration banking off
These trying times
People don't know what they want to do for a degree
School makes them learn church and white male history
People don't know what they want to do, so they spend thousands
On a piece of paper while they figure it all out
Smokestacks and sickness in my rearview
I'm heading toward sunny skies and clear views
Call me if you want to. I still want to hear you
It's nice to have a long lunch with a peer view
I feel my breath getting bigger
I feel my heart getting bigger
I no longer feel bitter
I hate that I felt bigger
Than all of the people
Who I cheered to
I love and I trust and I truth
Pure too
I'm moving out of the place where
The white people stole bases
Eating out of their vases
Gold chalice and plates
Moving into the place where
I can finally feel graceful
Stretching out, eating cake
Gluten-Free for the haters
Chet Bet - Eight Lyrics
Chet Bet - Eight Lyrics
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Moving out of the place where
The white people have face
Tattoos and do meth
To where they're
Popping pills in deep debt
It's okay though, they got stocks
McMansions hit power lines
Turn out blocks
Damn, it's good to be alive and feeling well
If you don't like that line, you can go to Hell
People don't want to talk no more. They gotta sell
Whatever you're selling, they don't want to buy
Even if it's a friendship. Hearts in a box
Shaped like a diploma or a 9 to 5
People don't want to talk no more. They gotta dine
If you ain't sitting at their table, you're wasting their time
People don't want to freak anymore. They're freaked out
Past the liquor store, they see them people tweaked out
After the tweakers, they can't look you in the eye
Too many horrors. Now they're just waiting to die
I'm moving out of the place where
The white people sold base
Stolen out of the case of
The players back in the day
Into the place where
The white people still chase
Any color out of their veins
Praising the makers of change
I'm moving out of the place
That still gentrifies
While praising diversity
And rising tides
My school just hid a hate crime
I hope they fry
Administration banking off
These trying times
People don't know what they want to do for a degree
School makes them learn church and white male history
People don't know what they want to do, so they spend thousands
On a piece of paper while they figure it all out
Smokestacks and sickness in my rearview
I'm heading toward sunny skies and clear views
Call me if you want to. I still want to hear you
It's nice to have a long lunch with a peer view
I feel my breath getting bigger
I feel my heart getting bigger
I no longer feel bitter
I hate that I felt bigger
Than all of the people
Who I cheered to
I love and I trust and I truth
Pure too
I'm moving out of the place where
The white people stole bases
Eating out of their vases
Gold chalice and plates
Moving into the place where
I can finally feel graceful
Stretching out, eating cake
Gluten-Free for the haters
The white people have face
Tattoos and do meth
To where they're
Popping pills in deep debt
It's okay though, they got stocks
McMansions hit power lines
Turn out blocks
Damn, it's good to be alive and feeling well
If you don't like that line, you can go to Hell
People don't want to talk no more. They gotta sell
Whatever you're selling, they don't want to buy
Even if it's a friendship. Hearts in a box
Shaped like a diploma or a 9 to 5
People don't want to talk no more. They gotta dine
If you ain't sitting at their table, you're wasting their time
People don't want to freak anymore. They're freaked out
Past the liquor store, they see them people tweaked out
After the tweakers, they can't look you in the eye
Too many horrors. Now they're just waiting to die
I'm moving out of the place where
The white people sold base
Stolen out of the case of
The players back in the day
Into the place where
The white people still chase
Any color out of their veins
Praising the makers of change
I'm moving out of the place
That still gentrifies
While praising diversity
And rising tides
My school just hid a hate crime
I hope they fry
Administration banking off
These trying times
People don't know what they want to do for a degree
School makes them learn church and white male history
People don't know what they want to do, so they spend thousands
On a piece of paper while they figure it all out
Smokestacks and sickness in my rearview
I'm heading toward sunny skies and clear views
Call me if you want to. I still want to hear you
It's nice to have a long lunch with a peer view
I feel my breath getting bigger
I feel my heart getting bigger
I no longer feel bitter
I hate that I felt bigger
Than all of the people
Who I cheered to
I love and I trust and I truth
Pure too
I'm moving out of the place where
The white people stole bases
Eating out of their vases
Gold chalice and plates
Moving into the place where
I can finally feel graceful
Stretching out, eating cake
Gluten-Free for the haters
Writer: Peter Constantine
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