Ugh,
Iâm sick of this shit,
Every bar I spit,
You donât even listen, you just smack your lips
Yap yap yap, it donât ever stop.
Who are you to tell me what I am not?
Ugh, you infuriate me.
But Yeah, yeah, letâs talk about âweâ
There is no âweâ, and there never will be.
Itâll always be just you and me.
Wake up, you all been sleepin'.
In the shadows, I been creepin'.
Now Iâm here and the light is seepin',
Down your cheeks like you been crying.
Hear that? I missed a rhyme, that made your brain lose track of time,
Because the common, average, fickle mind needs rules and laws and simple guides.
You listen to these words of mine, not to learn, but to analyze
Every sentence that I sculpt out of the endless maze behind my eyes.
Start listening to learn.
Stop hearing to respond,
Iâm screaming in your face but youâre still
Yap, yap, yapping on.
We care so much about fitting in,
That we ignore the things within.
Character, morality, popularity is a fallacy.
You spend your time just balancing,
Yourself and who you wish to be.
I could write it on your eyelids but I still donât think youâd see.
My mind inside your head fits like a truck parked on a quarter.
You crave money, sex and drugs, and those in no specific order.
That shits a waste, Instead, I work to expand the borders
Of my own imagination, maybe ponder my creation..
I choke on all my feelings call it self-asphyxiation.
I'm kicking down these closing doors because I hate limitations.
Rappers steppin' up I send them back to relegation,
My value rises up with every track like itâs inflation.
Ignorance is sweeping the land like an endless conflagration,
Walking round in tattered clothes like a mindless zombie nation.
Bashing peopleâs music boy, at least theyâve got creation,
Youâre nothing but an un-original weak-ass imitation.
(CHORUS)
Buried in your phones, They said our generation was chosen.
You dreaming about that twitter fame, wake up and smell the roses.
Iâd fall right into you, but Iâm afraid Iâd break my ankles.
You acting like a demon but want to be treated like an angel.
Talking trash behind a screen, talk to my face for a moment.
You a rotten person but say that youâre savage, wake up and smell the roses.
I donât get why itâs cool now to stop caring about everything.
Maybe itâs time we all woke up and made some time to think.
(CHORUS)
We care so much about fitting in
That we ignore the things within.
Character, morality, popularity is a fallacy.
You spend your time just balancing,
Yourself and all the things you see.
The grass looks much greener in all these clothing magazines.
Yeah homie, I donât know,
She thinks sheâs cool because she smokes
Fills up her lungs until she chokes,
But she still gets 10 re-tweets though.
What matters most is whatâs inside.
Whatâs in your heart and whatâs in your mind.
Iâve seen friendâs potential die
Because of the shit they were willing to try.
Iâm sick of it, I canât take no more.
Yaâll are buried neck deep in a cash drawer.
Closing my eyes but the image is stored.
Canât forget so Iâm moving forward.
I loved a girl that I couldnât have,
I wanted her but we wouldnât last.
People talk, yeah shit spreads fast,
So instead, I just wore a mask.
(CHORUS)
Buried in your phones, They said our generation was chosen.
You dreaming about that twitter fame, wake up and smell the roses.
Iâd fall right into you, but Iâm afraid Iâd break my ankles.
You acting like a demon but want to be treated like an angel.
Talking trash behind a screen, talk to my face for a moment.
You a rotten person but say that youâre savage, wake up and smell the roses.
I donât get why itâs cool now to stop caring about everything.
Maybe itâs time we all woke up and made some time to think.
(CHORUS)
Iâm not angry, Iâm disappointed. Thereâs pain behind my face.
Iâm so sick of watching all this potential go to waste.
I know you hit that blunt to take your pains away.
But if you quit tomorrow, youâd be stronger than you are today.
Thereâs a bad taste up in my mouth, when I sit and watch the world.
You arguing over petty things while real problems unfurl.
Fighting fire with fire turns the whole world to ashes.
But when I close my mouth I can hear the sound of lighting matches.