Pacifist

“Pacifist” by Cheston (Official Audio) “Rockstar Fever” by Cheston. Available Now: https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/cheston/rockstar-fever-2 SoundCloud: https://soundcloud.com/user-979075271/sets/rockstar-fever Lyrics: (Check this s**t out) (Turn that s**t up) (Turn that s**t up) (Turn this s**t all the way up) (All the way up) (Go) On the journey to the top, I can’t stop So that means no I cannot chill with you You can’t say I ain’t a real ni**a I’m the same one to still pop a pill with you I’ll still crack a seal with you Even though all the time I don’t really feel liquor Codeine cups yeah that’s a real feeling Silly f**k yeah this a real blicky This the new twenty six tunnel vision Watch the snakes in the grass they hissing I’m a pacifist yeah I admit it Yeah I stick to myself so I don’t want to kick it First class flight high I’ma chemist You gone catch me being higher than the pyramids I did my own lil experiment Mix the perc with the lean and then sip on it i’ma go have the whole town rolling To much blood for a napkin, put a towel on it Mosh pit so hard crack a smile with em Dog piss in the air, that’s the loud ni**a Need the music turned up for the wild children And throw the money in the air for the wild b**ches Make sure you don’t bring no clowns with you Or we gone knock em out the frame, out of bounds with you (Baby she shake like a) (Baby she shake like a chandelier) (I like the way that she standing here) (Yeah) Baby she shake like a chandelier I like the way that she standing here The way that she look make me stop and stare Every lil motion got me aware I’m tryna go see a view And you know I’ll save a seat for you (Yeah let’s get this s**t rocking) (The show on the road) (Yeah) (We got moves to make) (We got money to make) (We got s**t to do) (Run that s**t up, get this s**t in motion) (Ya’ll ready) (I don’t think they ready) Experiences told me to grow up You got some s**t to prove So you got to show up I’m falling off so many times (So what, F**k) (You got this s**t) (Go) On the journey to the top, I can’t stop So that means no I cannot chill with you You can’t say I ain’t a real ni**a I’m the same one to still pop a pill with you I’ll still crack a seal with you Even though all the time I don’t really feel liquor Codeine cups yeah that’s a real feeling Silly f**k yeah this a real blicky This the new twenty six tunnel vision Watch the snakes in the grass they hissing I’m a pacifist yeah I admit it Yeah I stick to myself so I don’t want to kick it First class flight high I’ma chemist You gone catch me being higher than the pyramids I did my own lil experiment Mix the perc with the lean and then sip on it i’ma go have the whole town rolling To much blood for a napkin, put a towel on it The codeine killing fast how I’m sipping it The cocaine in the blick how it’s spitting Heart cold in this b**ch need a spital And to the fam I’m like malcolm in the middle Days in the playground yeah I miss it Chilling in the dark whole soul reminiscing I been living life fast paced I been living like in a haze City lights in my face While I’m cruising through the avenue Tryna get some space And I ain’t worried about a thing I been focused on the money I ain’t worried about the fame Life Is strange, okay But that’s how it goes We gone start this s**t over Listening to this s**t again Put that s**t on repeat (Alright I’m out)