David Connelly - HABUSHU Lyrics

Before women called me "Daddy", bumpin' into acne
Couldn't call a taxi, lectured in the back seat
No baddies, mom's coming home unhappy
Collecting all the sad scenes, chewing on clockwork tangerines

Questioning everything that's happening
Bewildered, thrillers, no heroes unmasking
Everybody's gathering, leaving bureaus gasping
Unbeknownst to whereabouts, on a beach basking

Veering on dashing way before the fast lane
Appearing so nasty way before the cash came
Earrings got handsy but didn't want my last name
Disappearing, gasoline pouring on a past flame

Making moves like athletes, tossing empty calories
Staples in the pantry, f*cking up the game no Plan-B
Power suits compare salaries when some make it hourly
Betas wanna be alpha but too cowardly

Placing out a hit like they don't know of John Wick
Son, it's who you did it to, not what you did
No shortcuts in the long run, whatcha think's the outcome?
Outlaws underneath the long gun, thinking they can out run

G.I. Joes and Cobra drink habushu but don't know kosen rufu
They like, "You's who-who?" I practice mental wushu
Then blend in with black magic voodoo
Samurais that lie commit seppuku as the screams are streamed on Hulu

Redneck, white-collar, green thumb, and Bluetooth
Duality: sweet-and-sour yuzu, not quite what you used to
Something's off; something's wrong, a shoe loose
Rushing straight to you like Tatupu used to do to

United are divided, caught up in a crisis
"What's the origin of the virus?" How can I survive this?
American terrorist, international pirates
Women are either sinnin' or they're righteous said the rightist

Left to their own devices, men are violent like they like it
Just to keep their job they'll pay you off to keep quiet
Never look inside it, don't talk, remain silent
Circumstances need a firm stance and a vice grip

North Korea's testing bombs and they want the south
"Get moving! Get off my lawn before the gun shouts!"
Why are students armed? Everybody wants out
We believe in peace and calm, refugees on a route

You got time to complain, you got time to make a change
Talking 'bout climate change, I'm tryna make a name
Me and the gymnasium alone are making gains
Am I entertaining them? All I know is pain

Yasuko wipes her palm under black rain,
Sadako folds on a thousand paper cranes
The Kremlin's strained and rushing for the Ukraine
"We're the same" What the f*ck is you saying?

Tanks are tryna take us out and take away our grain
Beijing claiming Hong Kong, debating taking Taiwan
Men always making rules and wearing what they want
Women covered up and only staring in Iran

Harem until haram like I can do no wrong
They sing my songs like I don't know my lyrics
Single teardrip as they cheer it, then I sing along