LaLion - UrThrone Lyrics

I been anonymous
Terror inside of the heart of the politics
I been the consequences
Of seeing the demons who feeding on common sense
Burning the documents
Molotov cocktails honey they bottomless
So take a sip
And tell me the positive no one is stopping us
Ain't no more mercy
Chop off the top of the 'Rari like Cersi
Baby don't hurt me
Foam at the mouth cuz we hungry and thirsty
We been here feeding on demons and aiming our bullets at all the elitists
Lit up with Anthony Kiedis
Under the bridge the TNT lead us

I tried to say
I found a way
I killed the king
I set the flame
I struck the match
I burnt my hands
But I'll be damned
If they've taken my

Throne
Throne
If they've taken my
Throne
Throne

Take a bit
Little bit
Crush it up
So we could live
Take a bit
Little bit
Know we've had enough of it
Rob a bit
Steal a bit
Look at how the profit kid
Look at how the rich live
Look at how the rich live

Look at the blood lust
All that we wanted was someone to trust us
Crooks introduced us
Inducing the use of the boost of the blue stuff
Walter deal white man
Heisenberg blow up the mind of the right man
Who could've prevented the evil
Inside of the needles they dealing to people

Hungry and stumbling dumping the humbling
I don't need loving I'm gunning the sun of men
Son of the summoning coming to govern the government governing
I
I could make all of the love
Disappear quicker than guns when with blood
I could make all of the passion turn into a ransom I'm out of the luck

I tried to say
I found a way
I killed the king
I set the flame
I struck the match
I burnt my hands
But I'll be damned
If they've taken my

Throne
Throne
If they've taken my
Throne
Throne

Take a bit
Little bit
Crush it up
So we could live
Take a bit
Little bit
Know we've had enough of it
Rob a bit
Steal a bit
Look at how the profit kid
Look at how the rich live
Look at how the rich live

Hello little demons
Welcome to the jungle
Welcome to land of the people never humble
All we want is dollars
Shot collars
Twenty inch rims on the blocks impalas

Hello little demons
Welcome to the jungle
Welcome to land of the people never humble
All we want is dollars
Shot collars
Twenty inch rims on the blocks impalas