Love Song - Vents

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Na, na-na-na-na-na

Na-na-na, na-na-na

Na, na-na-na-na-na (yeah!)

Na-na-na, na-na-na

Na, na-na-na-na-na

Na-na-na, na-na-na (c'mon, c’mon!)

Na, na-na-na-na-na (yeah!)

Na-na-na, na-na-na (sing along with it!)

Na, na-na-na-na-na (yeah!)

Na-na-na, na-na-na (get down with yo' bad self!)

Na, na-na-na-na-na (word 'em up!)

Na-na-na, na-na-na (yeah!)

I dwell in the darkest of places

Planet Earth, everything tasteless, everybody sound kinda brainless

Roll the herb and play the verse

Staying immersed in crime, think politics perverse

Every day is like May the first in Haymarket Square

Heard a lot of martyrs there

Making everybody’s shit list

Government to corporate, take back the gas and water shit

Class War in effect

Autonomist populace, hardcore to the death

Anti-fascista, John Carpenter creature

Terrorising grooves made to reach ya

Custom built to feel, fuck paying for brand new clothes

And looking good for your bros, huh

I rock a rag with a bloodstain on it

And get more props than I wanted

Make you feel like.

Na, na-na-na-na-na

Na-na-na, na-na-na (c'mon, c’mon!)

Na, na-na-na-na-na (yeah!)

Na-na-na, na-na-na (sing along with it!)

Na, na-na-na-na-na (yeah!)

Na-na-na, na-na-na (get down with yo' bad self!)

Na, na-na-na-na-na (word 'em up!)

Na-na-na, na-na-na (yeah!)

I want a summer of love, feeling good, got someone to love

John Lennon, no Gods, no nothing above

Rock Steady Crew cutting a rug

On the mic like Soulsonic, 808 drum is a drug

Stuck in my room, nothing to do

Getting paranoid, feeling like Iran with a bucket of crude

Twenty-six thousand nukes with nothing to do

McDonald’s and them Reeboks coming for you

Need a cupboard of food and a roof and I’m straight

Fucking utter contempt if you run up and tempt fate

Back in the tenth grade was a Don Juan

Cutting school in the days, ducking rays from a cop car

With a Posca on the same bus my dad drove

Did he care?

Fuck nah

I’m a chip off the old block

Pissed off and never get a break outa life, but so what?

Uh!

Na, na-na-na-na-na

Na-na-na, na-na-na (c'mon, c’mon!)

Na, na-na-na-na-na (yeah!)

Na-na-na, na-na-na (sing along with it!)

Na, na-na-na-na-na (yeah!)

Na-na-na, na-na-na (get down with yo' bad self!)

Na, na-na-na-na-na (word 'em up!)

Na-na-na, na-na-na (yeah!)

Rising above like Rollins in Black Flag

Pissing in your Louis Vuitton handbag

Treating 'em worse than the Grand Dragon in the Klan

Vents taking a stand, propaganda by the bedside lamp

Your blood on your boyfriend’s Skyline floor

Let the eyeline pour when it’s time for war

You denying the dinosaur

Swearing that God created man, but God enslaving man

With the church and the capitalists

2007, still both tryna gaffle my shit

Had to resist, accurate, how could it miss?

Game of death, Billy Lo type powerful fist

Kind of weird like having a brisk

Cutting your child’s dick to get closer to God, it sounds sick huh

I see 'em in the club spazzing out

But smoking ice ain’t nothing to brag about

I make you wanna.

Na, na-na-na-na-na

Na-na-na, na-na-na (c'mon, c’mon!)

Na, na-na-na-na-na (yeah!)

Na-na-na, na-na-na (sing along with it!)

Na, na-na-na-na-na (yeah!)

Na-na-na, na-na-na (get down with yo' bad self!)

Na, na-na-na-na-na (word 'em up!)

Na-na-na, na-na-na (yeah!)

Hah-ha yeah, it’s a love song

Get your food, eat your dinner, get your desert

Sing along!