Conrad Tokyo

Conrad Tokyo, Sapporo, pistachio

Just done mash a show

Dog is off on sabbatical

Rather watch the Nixon shit

Than politicians politic

CNN and all this shit

Gwaan yo, move with the f*ckery

Trump and SNL hilarity

Troublesome times kid, no times for comedy

Bloodclot, you doing

Bullshit you spewing

As if this country ain't already ruined

In lieu of these mumbling, fumbling, swearing they the greatest

Online they debate us, if we're different then we're haters

We ended our hiatus, the dogs looking for food

The nucleus is here now (ooh)

Toleration for devastation, got a hunger for sin

Every nation, Obama nation, let the coroner in

Crooked faces, red and blue laces for the color of men

Just embrace it and die alone, a song of revelation

Reverends and cattles racing

Devils and demons and Deuteronomy

Fumigate all economy, illuminate broken dreams

And manifest all insanity

Look around, sayonara tomorrow, it's just blood on the ground

(Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio)

Sayonara tomorrow, it's just blood on the ground

(Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio)

Sayonara tomorrow, it's just blood on the ground

(Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio)

Sayonara tomorrow, it's just blood on the ground

(Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio)

Sayonara tomorrow, it's just blood on the ground

Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio

Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio

Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio)

Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio

Conrad Tokyo, a far road, pistachio