"Commandments" by Aviateur
• Written by Aviateur
These commandments aint makin rules,
They makin statements, like the
young'ns thas chillin on the street, drawin
On pavement, humans minds vacant,
They cant not see what they're creatin,
Makin mistakes and leave them there and
Go on vacation, can't handle the
Acclimations of the future generations
So they're generatin, this hate
And all this condemsation, makin
So many mistakes it begins to look flagrant,
These people stinkin up the world with a
Particular fragrance i keep myself
At distance, but i guess im still
Adjacent, to all the hatin, and
Imma start runnin outa patience,
Like im a patient, but nothin ever end changes,
So I get stuck room alone and end up waitin,
My thoughts are haunted and end up
Soundin a little complacent, i end up
Frustrated and it maked my lyrics alittle blatant
But thats ok because i made my own arrangement,
To become the greatest, checks rollin
In but i got 0 dollars on all my payments,
I hate to say this, but lifestyle's startin to become
Vagrant, im on the playlist, of everyone
Whos just tryna make it, but i dont got
The skills, only thing that i can do is
Fake it, i become diaplacement,
Im closterphobic, locked in this basment
These are the commandments we're
Wearin round our world like theyre
Raiments, and now its rainin
While we keep lookin for these
Replacement, betrayed the world,
Now its lookin for compensation.
