Budget Bears ft. Mo

isolation breeds the need for conversation, sows the seed of discontent
and then your mental health suffers badly, only talking to yourself
confrontation might not be the best thing for the solitary
but raised voices and thrown fists remind us that we still exist

I wanna go out, so gimme danger
shout insults at total strangers

how long has it been now
since I had a warning shot fired across my bow?
it's strange but I feel somehow
that I really need a nice fight or a pleasant row

deprived of context, but not by choice, there's rhythm hidden in the human voice
but face to face in a real space adds melodies as well as drums, as well as bass
anger's fine, so are hate and stress - at least they fill up all the emptiness
I don't need embraces, or healing hands or even really need to understand…

你这个臭小子
干嘛
觉得你带着眼镜你素质就高高在上
我操
草泥马
操你祖宗十八代
生孩子没屁眼儿
笨蛋
傻瓜
二百五
十三点
你这个吃软饭的四眼鬼
总吹牛逼，你妈了个逼
狗屁兔崽子
老子告诉你，君子报仇十年不晚
你记住
你记住
trigger warning: mo
You dirty kid, wtf do you think you’re doing?
You think wearing glasses makes you aristocratic?
Fuck you, fuck your mother, fuck 18 generations of your ancestors
Your child will be born without an asshole
Idiot egg. Moron melon.
You 250. You 13 o’clock.
You soft rice-eating four-eyed devil.
Blowing ox pussy, your ma’s pussy.
Dog fart, rabbit bastard.
Your daddy’s (I’m) telling you, ten years is not too late for the true man to enact revenge.
You remember that.
You remember that.

I wanna go out, so gimme danger
get in fights with total strangers

how long has it been now
since I had a warning shot fired across my bow?
it's strange but I feel somehow
I could really use a nice fight or a pleasant row
how long has it been now
since I had a warning shot fired across my bow?
it's strange but I feel somehow
that I really need a nice fight or a pleasant row
that I really need a nice fight or a pleasant row