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lirik lagu consequences – under the underground

[intro: alison morrison]

be careful what you wish for
is that what you exist for

[chorus: g.i.b.]

to my sisters, yo
be careful what you wish for, exist for
you might just get it, regret it, there i’ve set it
the consequences just seem so prophetic

and to the fellas who be getting what they wish
regrets like this are not so simple to dismiss
if this is what you exist for i get it
but consequences are sadly poetic

[verse 1: g.i.b.]

disenfranchised with fiscal intent
intensive desire driven never to relent
such minds stay wired predisposed to expense
if it don’t pay dollars yo it don’t make sense

first craving to discuss is for the midas touch
make them figures od cause it’s never enough
cut throat reality they blending in that fantasy
mentality in agony when status set by salary
ten milli’ that’s a must, in provision we trust
plush trekking through slush tech money looking tough
booking resort bluffs not that sus’, but
slippery slopes come with every rush

so, what’s the moral of the story listen up
the lux gained in haste straight decaying like the dust
appetite for destruction, gambling seduction
blood pressure erupts from insatiable l*sts

[chorus: g.i.b.]

talking to my sisters, yo
be careful what you wish for, exist for
you might just get it, regret it, there i’ve set it
the consequences just seem so prophetic

and to the fellas who be getting what they wish
regrets like this are not so simple to dismiss
if this is what you exist for i get it
but consequences are sadly poetic

[verse 2: survinylist

bye bye, cornucopia!
you died on the podium
of selfish men, hidden
like the hand of napoleon

a rodeo of egos
like odious pneumonias

cats in consortium
but salty like sodium

i’m talkin about the vices of
power hungry phonies

the show’s so dystopian
old nickelodeon

tricking simple homie from
glory to oblivion

with the doe, the might, the rep
in the deck

selling souls boldly brought
the yoke controlled remotely

bullies stomping lowlies
to keep things rolling
dropping old baloney
honest in name only

but there ain’t no golden trophies
for smug moral posing

in a state of wicked decay
power rules over emotion

keep yo mind open
or it hits you like hadoken

if you woke up on the throne
in the worlds finest mansion

is it really worth the broken
hearts and tears that formed an ocean?

[outro: alison morrison]

be careful what you wish for
is that what you exist for
it all seemed so prophetic
consequences are poetic

consequences are sadly poetic

- under the underground

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