Lyrics
They wanna know the state of that union
What we're all immune too?
What the fuck we clapping for?
What the fuck the shrooms do?
Where the fuck my drink go?
Tryna get my head clear
Tryna figure out the path we took to just get here
No cheers, no sounds
Quiet while they contemplate
Searching for the storyline tryna to finally consummate
Or was it consummate
Pronounce dominance
Salute to the narrative somebody's live blogging it up
So we in realtime status says "lovin' it"
Til' they let that motherfucker go and cop a double clip
And what's the reason for it?
And is it treason for a middle path temper to be agitated even more?
Or do we stick to one side and never pole vault?
Never shake and bake no lawry's no salt
And no spice to it, I put the ice to it
Turpentine don hard enough to cut right through it
We put our heart in, to pull the words out
With a glass in the hand pull the nerves out
You hear a pin drop, but your ears close
While the notes keep playing for your heroes
Live through circuits
Run that routine
Find your purpose
Tie your shoe strings
I take solace in my looseleaf
What's your poison
Can it soothe me
I stay drinking
I am on that chevy volt cold shit
No I'm never gassed up
Boogaloo electric
Never pull a fast one
I ain't into gimmicks
But the people want an image
So I'm Mr. Transparent
While the ferris wheel's spinning
Rat race I am truant to it hollerin' Bueller
We're just at the tailgate brought our own cooler
Fuck that stress shit, who's got next game?
Connect four while we run that chess game
I'm only playing when i'm laughing with ansari
Snapping at these fuckers tryna figure out antares
Auto-tune slow pokes they are pretty charming