Lyrics
Guess I'm off the deep end, living with grief.
Misbelief and vices is all that I see.
Talk to the blunts.
Listen to weed.
All these thoughts linger, we need to succeed.
Guess I'm off the deep end, living with grief.
Misbelief and vices is all that I see.
Talk to the blunts.
Listen to weed.
All these thoughts linger, we need to succeed.
Trippin off misinformation, past generations.
God took a vacation, the devil's dedication.
Demonize nations, their sins suppose calculated.
No consideration for the youth and population.
What's so good, what you wanna make "great"?
You a slave all day and make the minimum wage.
Live for a check, chasing that cake. They think they got a tax break, laugh in the face.
Guess I'm off the deep end, living with grief.
Misbelief and vices is all that I see.
Talk to the blunts.
Listen to weed.
All these thoughts linger, we need to succeed.
Just another figurehead, I wanna behead.
Tell you to behave and live for a check.
These politicians are sick.
See them with horns.
Better yet, uh, a fucking trumpet.
These fucking incels, yeah.
They some puppets.
Try to tell a woman what to do, I'm not done yet.
What if instead he said, she said, you're forced to get a vasectomy.
See that don't sit well with me.
That's some irony.
Misogynistic claims that the woman is a vixen.
Direct her for some fixin' instead of really listen.
No empathy for our sisters and their abuse.
Lackin' empathy, we splittin' cause of views