Ace Montane - The Will to Change Lyrics

Look out
Look out
Look out
Look out
Look out

Look out, All they practice is hypergamy
Look out all they want is yours hard earned money
Guarantee no glee just lonely it's the new truth
They are only here dude to play games with you
Those bitches, those bitches, those bitches, those bitches, those bitches
We give them too much power
Those bitches, those bitches, those bitches, those bitches
Time to wake up, no f*ckin flowers

Hola, hola, listen listen
Listen it got a little bit too far
Wtf you dont know what is and isn't allowed
Listen son, rewind, try again, it's not that hard
How about we start with no trafficking women
You are a free man, so withhold your f*ckin semen
There is no inner demon to make you a f*ckin dick
Quick, stick your prick no one wants to lick
You are so manly because you eat meat
Brainwashed by all the ads you meek sheep
Independent, free thinkers just following others
Want to be a man, start thinking by yourself rather
Just have a tee or take a few breaths
Or partake in hike, rendezvous with Celeste
Not pick me, but can pick her, since from pixels
Well, quick son relax, vexed again, well they pick hell
All those manly men getting triggered by child carriers
Pictured bull but yapping like Yorkshire terriers
Look out your girl is chatting to another guy, serious-
Ly, where are barriers, hurry she is f*ckin you superior
Your idea of courage is to flex and brag
Bounced cheques, yo stag on rubber balls gagged
No Jags, or wags shag, insecurities under the rug
F*ck, real fortitude are real answers to your FAQ
Every now and then put a book in front of your eyes
And not this self help bullshit, revise the advice
Would surprise you how much you can grow
When to your future image you stop jerking off

Those bitches, those bitches, those bitches, those bitches, those bitches
They will ruin your life
Those bitches, those bitches, those bitches, those bitches
We need our control back
Those bitches, those bitches, those bitches, those bitches, those bitches
They will ruin your life
Those bitches, those bitches, those bitches, those bitches, those bitches
We need our control back

(Those f*ckin bitches)

(Oh la la)

He chose a red pill, now demands to see tits
Will need a gps still tho to find the clit
Geeez, admit unfit to fit in it
Don't spit it's a hard pill to swallow, innit>
Dulcinea waits for you to serve and obey
Bad idea to debate when she deserves to play (for her)
Pulling away from invisible enemies you have to slay
Deep down f*ckin terrified of betrayal
Payday before foreplay, no f*cking bouquet
Maybe tulip for her lip if does more than crochet (Check it)
From a simp to a sigma in matter of seconds
Reckon already finished sorry mate Im just checkin
It frightens they have more wit than you, you're
Not the brightest, start widen your horizons too (Dude)
Dry run expires, when u start to listen, more reasons to
Know desires, in the end it requires two
Cease to be a squire, just forget the crew
Full of disciples, by hypocrites dudes subdued
Simon says bang head against the wall, til u go thru
Last test, how low you can fall, windmills pursue
With ill will, u become ill, not killed on a hill
No mil mil still, until u chill will
It's not a film stop with those ethereal battles
You are jumping into saddle to grapple with a cattle

Those bitches, those bitches, those bitches, those bitches, those bitches
They give us no choice
Those bitches, those bitches, those bitches, those bitches, those bitches
They give us no choice
You laugh at us but they give us no choice
You laugh at us but they give us no choice
You laugh at us but they give us no choice
You laugh at us but they give us no choice

(Dude seriously, time to chill)

Everything is black and white, all or nothing
Navigating while attributing to birthright ,all more baffling
Wanted loving, carrying Becky, see now femoid Stacys (Dude)
Its lazy guessing the facts already, just avoid crazy
I don't want beef, even u'all grossed out by roasties
Scarce as a hen's teeth, magnified by mind's eye mostly
Fighting tooth and nail, beating meat, dreaming flesh
Not neutered male act by, deleting tweets, starting fresh
So nice, you are so concerned with body count of hers
Coincidence there are less names on your list of affairs
Master key, shut the f*ck up no one cares
Bad luck needs repair this rusty key of theirs
Bored outta their skulls of your bones talking
Lost perspective, cult of thick skulls themselves mocking
From talking to stalking, catastrophizing spiral
Plus spark of violence, so mass shooting can go viral (Wow)