[Intro: Caller]
I don't know if it's in the record store yet
But I wanna pick it up
So, what's up?
[Chorus: Fousheé]
It don’t feel right (It don't, it don't)
It don’t feel right (Ooooo)
Salt in our scars
White washed memoirs
We're the monarchs
We're the monarchs
[Verse: Fousheé]
Don't extend an arm
Betting on my fall
For Monetary cause
Never show your cards
Power
They do anything for it
Power
Opress us with the law
To infiltrate our cause
Reclaiming what we lost
This is ours
So don't you cry no more
[Outro: Fousheé]
Had to we handle the pain
Ooh
Try to stay sane
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[Two Callers: Girl 1 + Girl 2]
Man
Aye man, I'm tryna go to this record shop, man. Call this nigga
I know these niggas there, we gotta call em right now, call еm
Aight Aight, we'll call em right now
Ahhhh wherе these niggas at though?
C'mon, Pink Siifu, Fly Anakin, I know you're there. You're not doing anything, it's a record shop. You're fucking sitting there collecting dust
Ain't nobody there
*Laughing*
Ain't nobody fucking there
These niggas too cool
Aaaaaaaand bye
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