Rafael Pires - Sales lyrics

You're gonna raise hell i'm sure Just because the colors i'm wearing s** You can blow away your monochromatic gluten free obsession While everybody else prays for indiscretion Now you're hanging around as a pocket size sales disaster It says “drop dead if you don't have the inheritance to be proud” You're hanging around as a pocket size sales disaster And it feeds you strychnine Just drop dead You're gonna raise hell i'm sure Just because the colors i'm wearing s** And you sound pleased to say that i'm not part of your pallet collection But no one here considers that you know how to use your brain