Testo The Purge - Erik Griffin
Testo della canzone The Purge (Erik Griffin), tratta dall'album The Ugly Truth
Let's get to this shit like why I'm really here
I'm here to bitch about shit, you know?
I don't know how to let stuff go. I'm the don't let stuff go guy
Like if I, if I pass a store I've had a problem with, every time I
Pass that store, I'm like this, "There goes that motherfuckin' store
And I bet that bitch is in there, too." See, I get, I get pissed off
About shit. People piss me off, you know? And if I didn't have
Comedy, you know what I would need? The Purge. That's what I would
Need. The Purge, oh, God, I wish that was real. The Purge is like
The best concept for a movie ever. So society can blow off steam
Murder is legal for one night a year. Man, you walk out of that
Theater like, "Who would I kill?" Like I don't care who you are
You had a purge list in that movie. You, you were in there like, "
Okay, that bitch is dead." Even the person you were with, you had a
Moment of like, "Uh." Do you understand that we would interact with
Each other differently if the Purge were real? Like if you went to
Work and your boss was yelling at you, you would be like, "Um, you
Know the Purge is coming, right? I mean, I'm not threatening you
You just acting real Purge-y right now. That's all I'm tryna say
I mean, I'ma do the reports, but let's tone it down a little bit
Let's tone it down." Every relationship that, it would always get
To, "Oh, you gon' Purge me, bitch?" Like, we would interact with
Each other, you know, like, there would be jobs that would disappear
Professions, gone. Like meter maid, gone. Who the fuck would do
That job? Airport security, gone. Black women in customer service
Sorry, boo-boo. Sorry, boo-boo. Nobody's putting up with that
Bullshit anymore. I'm just trying to return something and she back
There, "Well, you need to have a receipt." You don't got a receipt?
This motherfucker don't got a receipt. I can't see your tag. Oh
Tanisha, um, you know the Purge is coming, right, Tanisha? You
Should probably take this sweater back without the receipt. I'm just
Throwing that out at you. And it's just one night. It was just one
Night, twelve hours, not even a full day. And they even had an alarm
Like in The Purge, there was an alarm like, "Ehh, Purge over. Stop
Killing." I always thought, "What if you're in mid-kill?" What if
You're just in mid, "You motherfucker. Eh, shit. Fuck. Ahh, haha
You know I'm just playing. Come here. You know I would never. Sit
Down, boo-boo, sit down. Let me go get that receipt out the car."
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Writer(s): Ricardo Brown, Tyler Okonma, Quincey Hanley, Paul Salva
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