Letras
Posts humorous, the souls posthumous, they've gotten us
Lovin' what we ought not to trust, I've forgotten stuff
That used to be the tenets of my grind, rent's gotten up
A lot's not enough, the crockpot of justice cookin' slow
It's a show, it's a circus, we livin' in the con tent
Take our information, we ain't really givin' consent
Take our information like we tryna keep in touch
Out of touch is what we all get, 'nother empty pawn sent
To do the work of false royalty
I'm tryna be somewhere on a beach livin' off royalties
I'd rather be off-brand than be off loyalty
Can I rest in the sand and work where the soil be?
Am I more than a plot that just needs foiling?
Immaculate conceptions, below-average retentions
Screamin' into voids in hopes that someone gets it
Despair is everywhere, but hope can't get arrested, damn
I used to think I might be the chosen one
Now I'm just grateful for the growth I done
Feel like they think my mental health woes is overdone
Without the right support, I'd be over, done
So if you held up one of my limbs, then I owe you one, yeah
But that type of guilt would leave me bodiless
So I mix the gratitude with New York City confidence
While we keep dichotomizin' optionless and opulence
I'll burn with the people on the ground 'fore I take my place on the rocket ship
Your favorite would be snuggled up next to Elon and shit
Leavin' you for dead in the cockpit makin' TikToks of shit
But y'all love that toxic shit
Call it how I see it
How I see it isn't how they want it known
I guess it's shame on me, I put the blame on me
'Cause ain't nobody else here can hear what they don't see
Who wan' jump out the window? What you say, on three?
'Cause I'll die tryna fly before I'm not what I came to be
I'm just an analog man in a digital world
I'm just an analog man in a digital world
And if they throw away what I got to say, at least I littered them pearls
Still could fight with my hands in this digital world