The Conformist

By Triple One

On Panic Force

Released on October 30, 2020

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[Intro]

(The conformist)

[Chorus: Lil Dijon, Obi Ill Terrors]

Small talk to bore me of all the bullshit that you sporting

A speechless conformist, I don't see the morning (C'est la vie)

More talk to keep me up on my feet when I am leaving

If she wanna stay, though, rest on my own

Why would I wanna stay, though? Rest on my own, my own


[Verse 1: Obi Ill Terrors]

My own, yeah, I wait for peace

It's the same old shit, running constantly

Fuck a love song, ayy, tryna take my lease

Get a house on a hill, hear the waves on the beach

And we play these games, yeah, they fucking with my head

Tryna rearrange, but it's already set and it's donе

Still, you take up the place in my hеart

God knows I'm tryna kill it (Kill it)


[Bridge: Lil Dijon]

Ice cold killer

Born bred sinner

Spin a web with the finger

She a player, I'm the game, oh, ayy, oh

I might have to lay low

[Chorus: Lil Dijon, Obi Ill Terrors]

Small talk to bore me of all the bullshit that you sporting

A speechless conformist, I don't see the morning (C'est la vie)

More talk to keep me up on my feet when I am leaving

If she wanna stay, though, rest on my own

Why would I wanna stay, though? Rest on my own, my own


[Verse 2: Marty Bugatti]

Whatever I felt, I hold it in

Never had help, we rolled it in

The two of us, the stakes were thin

Just break 'em in, we made to win

Said, "Get up out my face if you ain't talkin' 'bout that guala"

Interrogate the world like I was Simba, you were Nala

But every great team comes to the end of an era

Silly, sitting there thinking I could have done better (Done better)

The sun in the sky never reflects my inner weather

Eyes cold, killer, shield your tears with my umbrella


[Bridge: Lil Dijon]

Ice cold killer

Born bred sinner

Spin a web with the finger

She a player, I'm the game, oh, ayy, oh

I might have to lay low

[Chorus: Lil Dijon, Obi Ill Terrors]

Small talk to bore me of all the bullshit that you sporting

A speechless conformist, I don't see the morning (C'est la vie)

More talk to keep me up on my feet when I am leaving

If she wanna stay, though, rest on my own

Why would I wanna stay, though? Rest on my own, my own


[Outro]

(The conformist)