A Girl A Gun A Ghost

Baby Boys got a bad attitude
and hed like to tell you where youve fallen short.
Elite or insecure... you tell me.
Rome is gonna burn
With the fury of a God.
This six string dynamite will ignite
A revolution.
These notes are not frequencies
These words are not poetry...
Listen up Boy
Weve got the new noise.
Well share it with you,
But you make the choice...
Elite or insecure?
How can we know for sure?
Well throw him overboard...
Just let him drown.
Baby Boys got a bad attitude
And hed like to tell you where youve fallen short.
Elite or insecure... you tell me.
Open your eyes; Why cant you see
What it is that inspires me?
Shed the burden of this visage;
Take off the mask, ignore the mirage...
Do not listen, you are your own.
Rollow your own path, reap what you sow.
Neros fingertips, like a noose around the neck, nimbly dancing until rubble is all thats left. Thumbs down for you, gladiator, your black grown flooding Hades. Marching down, step by step, a faux facade parade.
Baby boy, youve got to go...
(Elite or insecure)
Baby boy, you know theres nothing to see
So listen up, hear me out, and face the reality
That you dont know me;
You think that you own me;
I dont care about a single thing
That you show me.
Everyone knows
They should be watchin their toes
When the names start droppin
And your ego show shows
So give up now, before its too late;
Just turn and leave, while you can still save face
[ Boy, You Better Save Face Lyrics ]