Buck 65 Protest Lyrics:
The sun is shining on full blast, it's garbage
day, Airing my tires and all my cares are far
away, You're looking like a million bucks,
feeling good and sorta frisky, Plus enough money
in my pocket for a quart of whisky.

Tattooed teardrops, confetti, I've learned to
trust my animal instincts, when farmer's fields
turn to dust, This is the day we've been waiting
for, for all our lives, So let's write letters
to our parents, and call the wives.

Raise the flag, So we can drive and raise our
voices, celebrate our differences, and build a
bridge of greater choices, This baby's crying
and it makes it hard to go to sleep, Some days are
'throw-aways', and others, you're supposta
keep.

Time waits for none of us, Even though my watch is
slow, and nothings for certain, but I'm
searching for Saskwatch, And you know what? The
unknown is all part of the plan, For a run-away
soul and a hard-lovin' man.

Protest, I've had it up to here, see ya, get
lost! This is what we think of your ideas,
Protest, we're not gonna take it, we've been
through it, so make a wish and break it in two.
Protest, I've had it up to here, see ya, get
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lost! This is what we think of your ideas,
Protest, we're not gonna take it, we've been
through it, so make a wish and break it in two.

New beginning, I've washed my hands and made my
bed, maybe I'll turn on the television, or shave
my head, I'm getting kinda bored with the same
old cheese and crackers, My plan's all
inside-out, my razor's backwards.

Some new air in my lungs, Is what the doctor
ordered, being exposed makes me feel kinda
awkward, sorta, Give me a shot in the arm first,
the clock's ticking, I'm watching the water
boil, I like to let the plot thicken.

I'm ear to ear with good intensions and
vibrations, I'm on fire, sometimes I conspire
with bon squires, Sometimes we go alone, over
hills and through the sewers, Trying to keep the
ledger sharp and learn a few new maneuvers.

The whole world is drying up, And everybody's
eyes are red, it's hard to see or even guess
what lies ahead, But you know what? The unknown is
all part of the plan, For a run-away soul and a
hard-lovin' man.

Protest, I've had it up to here, see ya, get
lost! This is what we think of your ideas,
Protest, we're not gonna take it, we've been
through it, so make a wish and break it in two.
Protest, I've had it up to here, see ya, get
lost! This is what we think of your ideas,
Protest, we're not gonna take it, we've been
through it, so make a wish and break it in two.

Protest!
Lyrics: Protest, Buck 65 [end]