rant

The whole world see it, but you can't

My peoples, they complain, sit and rave, and rant

Your name is out my mouth like an ancient chant

I'm longing from a distance

I ranted, I pleaded, I beg him not to go

For sorrow, the only lover I've ever known

I took YSL from here to the can, and got niggas waitin' to land (slatt)

I told all my niggas, "Sit back, it's a scam", when these niggas go on a rant

My lil' shawty had bumped her head, and I steady been whippin' her (Sex)

They say all my cars is rented, I guess they ain't used to us young niggas havin' these racks

These nigga be troll, we fuckin' they hos, they get on the internet, go on a rant

He try to approach, he gon' get turned to a ghost 'cause I got this bitch in my pants

This one bitch is built like an ant, ew (ew)

Crashouts, and they goin' on rants

Cash cow, I be gettin' them bands (damn)

They want Britney Spears to make out with Madonna

They want Kanye to rant and to go on longer, cause that equates to more dollars

They want talking topics, they want trending topics

Restless by day and by night

Rants and rages at the stars

and you justify about anything

and you rant and you rave and you hope and you say nothing

and you eat and you drink and you dress and you live as if

A bad samaritan averagin' above average men

Rancid rants havin' ramblin' savages scavengin'

For scraps, perhaps roadkill, if that

Shorty always flexin' on the 'gram

Tight, tight jeans with a rack make me go on a rant

Shawty, but your attitude rank

ground flesh in heat human flesh wreath can't go nowhere

too iron to rant I lift my hammer drives us red

bottomless pit rising out and through my hammer

And I kinda wish right now that I was telling you so

I could rant, or rave, or play some little game

But when I look into your eyes, it all seems the same

There's a place out in deep space

Where all the brothers chant and dance and rant

And shave their heads like Buddha

If we don't deal with it now

And you blast off in another rant

I've not opened my mouth

Chorus:

We'll rant and we'll roar like true Newfoundlanders

We'll rant and we'll roar on deck and below

PTSD from all the tests

Hormonal rants on IG

Scrolling my feed while breastfeeding

Restless by day and by night

Rants and rages at the stars

God help

All my days, I want to engage, but I won't give 'em clout

No, I can't, but I'ma make this chant so I won't have to rant

Woah, damn

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Rant & rave

In the eyes of the beholder

I don't compete with none of these geeks

I just rant like I'm Kanye

Yeah he got bands in the Bando

Smellin' me out and then give it to the people, I'm lethal

It's like my life so don't rant, spittin' the venom I know it don't stank

Can you smell that, Mr. Miyagi I make 'em run and tell that

Unwinds me, it's true

I rave and rant

Refusing to regret you

Next couple on the couch

Swapping social coma rants

Phobias and soldier doubts

From his boots to his pants

To his comments and his rants

He knows that any little article will do

It's time to go to war

It's time to rant and rave

Gotta gotta gotta make a change

Are we just chemically imbalanced ants on

chemically fueled rants? (Generation Z, Generation Z)

It really just comes down to sex and power (Generation Z)

who hands out equal rights, who starts and ends that fight

and not not rant and rave, or end up a slave

who can make hard won gains, fall like the summer rain

Let me bare it all when I'm telling God

You know I'ma rant when I talk to Jah

Niggas say that I can't, damn lie

And she couldn't be with someone like her dad

And I just rewarded her with my drunken rants

And all that she needs is a good man

When the heat is on you rant and rave

Your poison pen, your shotgun slave

All flowing head shoulders knees and toes

We dance, we dance, we play, we rant and rave

Oh, this childlike wildlife is flooring me

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Although I'll rant and I'll rave

About one thing and another

Alive and jivin', bareback ridin', anything to tease you

We rant and rave, the world to save, anything to please you

Now all night long we roll along, we ain't in bed till seven

Still, you little brat

I could rant and rave, you

Know I can do that

Get this creepy monkey off me

Stomp and rant but do it softly

I won't die alone

I'd try to be a man you would hate and despise

I'd rave and I'd rant and I'd scream and yell

And I'd chase my neighbors from here to hell

Runnin' down to the foamy brine

In a rest'rant 'cross a table top

Lookin' into a glass of wine

Right about romance? Or wear short pants?

So I rave and rant, and you can't say I can't

Get my grants, cold chillin' in a b-boy stance