2016 Blues!
What's Wrong With Uncle Pete
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Now everybody put your motherfuckin' hands up I don't see 'em, I don't see 'em There we go What a day! To be existential Press the pencil, lost mental essentials Went 'til the end too, I know It's usually conjecture from the lecture On the lectern, like you redshirts, or interns Ain't no winners, but cannon fodder Want to see you breaking like that man Bambata But never see you broken till you damn our father, so Plan to roger any order in any order Wanna mend your aura but you can't though Try Camp Lo, Pac Div, Pac, Big, Nas, Quik 'Till yo top five obnoxious Lemme tell you When you rot in rotten boxed in job bins Always gotta stop for groveling goblins Gringottsin, stock jocking, worshiping the Lord of Coin His sword anoint's what we're turnt, towards and pointed Forged ahead, but maybe forged appointments Since, well it's follow not question the leader And only the blind lead the blind I don't need that neither! And we'll prolly never find the truth And we'll prolly find we wasted our youth And we'll prolly find we never really meant shit But you can still live like you fucking meant it And we'll prolly never live our dreams And we'll prolly think we peaked in our teens And we'll prolly never be signifigant But history is happenin while you're still living it And some days you wake up feeling like nothing matters Lived the same day as before live the same one after A captured bastard of this earth, which lies to itself Try to find what's your own so you deny its help Until you despite yourself When you realize you can't escape Just sit and wait trapped inside it's cell, so If you demise in hell burning You earned it regardless with no Paul Blart-ish, War Hawkish turn in the garden But outside Eden is appalling Right from teethin' straight to mauling As if Milton Friedman is the calling As if that greed ain't why we falling, darling So if that hell we know is on the globe You wastin' time with passive passion praying on halos So shit, pop that faygo Vote for Nader Don't twiddle your thumbs and hope for saviors later We some just some gears and pistons wishin' I'm just saying man, it's your life You just got to live it And we'll prolly never find the truth And we'll prolly find we wasted our youth And we'll prolly find we never really meant shit But you can still live like you fucking meant it And we'll prolly never live our dreams And we'll prolly think we peaked in our teens And we'll prolly never be signifigant But history is happenin while you're still living it I got the blues Got a lot to lose My sanity, the hand that feeds, the right to choose So don't think... Just follow the groove Turn up! Don't think about it, think about it No, no, no, no Just drink about it, drink about it Don't joke about it, joke about it No, no, no, no Just smoke about it, smoke about it Don't think about it, think about it Please! Just think about it, think about it Like, do you get it, it's fucking serious... Alright! Got a livestream on the sand on my hourglass Plottin', tryna get the upper hand on each hour passed 'Cause time is of the essence You can't outrun the present And the future always looming Like a daily user shrooming Like you kill for good like Truman Like a sapling stealing the sun just to start blooming A 'lil protist tryna be the POTUS But voters don't wanna know shit, just holy ghostin 'Cause bliss is ignorance ain't it Blindfolded in the mist painting Never mind the canvas, never find the answers And if you do might find your wish painted 'Cause silver bullets turn snake oil quick Yo pulpits turn backrooms where the spoils split By the royalish, buying moralists just to erase 'em Or waste 'em Don't chase 'em because you lost and alone That's how we're born that's how we die, you know And when I go it's on my own terms, by my own hands Who doesn't love a martyr, imma die my own man And we'll prolly never find the truth And we'll prolly find we wasted our youth And we'll prolly find we never really meant shit But you can still live like you fucking meant it And we'll prolly never live our dreams And we'll prolly think we peaked in our teens And we'll prolly never be signifigant But history is happenin while you're still living it And we'll prolly never find the truth And we'll prolly find we wasted our youth And we'll prolly find we never really meant shit But you can still live like you fucking meant it And we'll prolly never live our dreams And we'll prolly think we peaked in our teens And we'll prolly never be signifigant But history is happenin while you're still living it
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Written by: Daniel Sedlazek, Matthew Peterson
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