decorum

My own old lady, on a forum

Who types in glittery decorum

Unfortunately, I take

You just soak in the hatred of a sorry line

Yeah, you hide behind decorum and a fake smile

And I'm done

UNA VOCE... VOLO, NON VALEO

DULCE ET DECORUM EST

PRO PATRIA MORI

Your style is post mortem

No decorum

Style pourin'

But with citizens selected out of brilliant civilians

I thought that some decorum while exploring was a given

Hi, Joe! How you doing today?

She sacrificed

Her decorum as chaste

To this wolf of the cloth

Hella endurance

We ain't got no decorum

In your city like Gorgon

Their screams of pain

Dulce dulce decorum

Dulce dulce decorum

And we're supposed to trust this

Decorum has its place

But you and I beyond that

One quick slice, now that jerk's done squawking

Oh, they'll cry for decorum, they'll beg for a truce

But some assholes only learn when the blood's running loose

Them gritty nights

Ditching any feeling of decorum

Niggas dry, now we taking trips to find water

Like tiny poison pustules

Abandon all decorum

Boil us down to our essentials

I ain't ever claim guns but I be drawing (drawing)

This picture clear my image more than, yeah, my decorum, wait (what?)

Mr. Nice Guy, hit 'em with a light-light

You hit the nail on the head, bro, we don't bang wit'cha'll

Your team different, we don't move with the same decorum

What I reflect is still a real feel temperature

These bad decisions I make is just me avoidin' boredom

Call it ironic, I got money and poor decorum

Feels like I'm flyin' off coffee and Coca-Cola

the lies of history

dulce et decorum est

pro patria mori

(Except on the stage)

With 'Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori' -

And definitely not tonight!

Get straight to the point with hoes

I ain't got no decorum

Go

Balance of disturbance

Decorum? Ooh... ooh

The earnest refusal

Every bitch fall in love with me, and I promise I never force it (I never force it)

I hope I don't geek out while we out to eat and you think I don't got decorum (I don't got decorum)

Yeah, you tell me you hate me, and I act like I don't care, but there's cuts all on my forearm (uh, uh)

Good behavior is not for me

No decorum

No kinda broght-upsy

And now I would like to say I'm sorry

To everyone for this decorum breach

Barely holdin' on

A butterfly on my arm, don't tell me I ain't evolved, Folarin

Y'all link up with money guys and lose y'all decorum

Lot of the biggest performers I know don't hardly be touring

I shook the hands of Mafia dons and presidents

And though they always smiled politely with a measure of decorum

Still, their eyes would scan beyond me for a glimpse of something more

And sullen sots themselves distress

with keeping up decorum

Shall we so sour and sulky sit?