Witness Vibes

Time is up kids Everybody go back to your rooms You're not allowed to leave An hour in nine you think it's fine But you go back home and you're still here Eighteen years then three more pay us your money for shit you could have learnt at home Public or private thief or a pirate All are the same and their dreams to be pilots If you are flying the plane who acquired it Bell it would ring and the kids they now flying The door it just locked cuz it feel like a cell Get used to the prison before you could tell Ideas are gas they calling it smells But can I do this shit like my name Pharell Miss what should I grow up and sell She tell him kid you trying to hustle in hell The PTSD is caused by the bell And you trying to change too much shit why so swell Two hundred people think they the same one or two names think they might have a name The system corrupt and abrupt it's need of some magic in need of a spell I used to chase the race Success needed a taste I lived a life I waste full of copy full of paste Rat in a maze Exit in place I look for the path where's the exit the way try to trace Public or private thief or a pirate All are the same and their dreams to be pilots If you are flying the plane who acquired it Bell it would ring and the kids they now flying The door it just locked cuz it feel like a cell Get used to the prison before you could tell Ideas are gas they calling it smells But can I do this shit like my name Pharell I'm trying to beat The system achieve My goals ain't that easy But I'll try to lead I'm faking the pain cuz the money back home The doctor she gave me the pills told me leave They trying to cultivate us like the creed They trying to knock us down like they a creed They want to turn us to sheep Creeds are the same but we aren't really free And I will say that Nothing is true but my shot I will shoot Otherwise they will chew on the weak and the sad And they choose who will grad Success that they measure which dog was the fast I'm trying to beat it I try to defeat it They take all my energy It's hard to believe it I go to the cell with a smile tell me leave it I walk in a room isolation I feel it Public or private thief or a pirate All are the same and their dreams to be pilots If you are flying the plane who acquired it Bell it would ring and the kids they now flying The door it just locked cuz it feel like a cell Get used to the prison before you could tell Ideas are gas they calling it smells When someone comes up and says something like I am a god Everybody says who does he think he is I just told you who I thought I was A god I just told you That's who I think I am Would it have been better if I had a song that said I am a nigga Shake Shake The pattern ain't fake All of the sheep want to fly like they drake Implanted their brains with a chip that ain't break Stopping the greats like they stepping on brakes This is the fate of my life Advocate Brain that they had it's all fried Traits that they had it all died Witness vibes Sin city life Sleeping in the morning wake up in the night They put a ceiling on my mind told reach the skies West has told me that I'm not living a life Stay away Clean this plate carry the tray Shoot for the stars they block the way I'm not the man that look over the times I am the figure no wings told to fly Imitation is a ladder Work the top then act all flattered Should I matter should I chatter It's all sad cuz it's the latter Your ways are the past Our ways are the gas Seeing the boys that are meek going bad Calling boys phobic cuz bitches so fat But calling the same boys out cuz they nut fast Ladies and gentlemen That's transphobic Beat on my meat You're killing the animals The fuck does that mean Sinning they thinking they winning Cuz they go to bed sleeping hell of with women The devil ain't whisper no more but he's clinging Your mind like a book but you going through skimming Trim through the blocks Slide to the opps Life in a box Load it up glocks They think they right but they've broken locks They think they right but they broken clocks Witness vibes Sin city life Sleeping in the morning wake up in the night They put a ceiling on my mind told reach the skies West has told me that I'm not living a life Stay away Clean this plate carry the tray Shoot for the stars they block the way I'm not the man that look over the times I am the figure no wings told to fly