Lyrics
Look up at all of your friends
Do you see they eyes
Tell me if you can depend
Do they believe the lies
Look at they faces, and all of the cases, they asking the asking the what but not why
The Medicals fake, and they say they won't take it, they say it's on god and they point to the sky
The popular die, I'm feeling the vibe, I bet you you think you could fly
I bet you a wonderful guy, the kind who when rains, it always stay dry
You just want a piece of the pie
Don't need smoke, but I feel so high
Don't need drink, but I feel that fire
Feel so HOT cuz I'm in the fryer
This is prison
Can you free us
This is torture
Can't you see us
Don't you care now
Do I matter
As I stare out
What will happen after
I just wanna say whats up
Everyone feels so tough
Everybody got opinions
But nobody got no hugs
I don't wanna get fucked up
I don't wanna lose this love
But everybody push and shove
I think that I've had enough
Have you heard us
Are you heathens
Do you have kids
Are they breathing
Are you crazy
Have your reasons
The worlds on fire
You cannot defeat us
We are fighters
You are liars
Go to church now
See the Friars
Are you crazy
Feel the spiders
We keep our heads held high
Like the flyers
I don't wanna flaunt, but I made it
Not in rap, but the doubt faded
And become something beautiful
But my friends have become jaded
And I don't know why but the world waiting
People come down like the world trade'n
All it take is a little tweet from 'uh
And the news separates the egg from the Pegans
Yeah I know, I see you leaving your home
With a bottle of the devil which you drinking it alone, yeah
yeah we go, and dialin up our phones
And we searching through the feeds like we reading holy tombs, yeah
Feeling like, we living our whole life, the day turns to night, its wrong
Im doing right, we fighting the good fight, but no one ever told me its so long
I get it aint oprah, 'COVID is over' fuck it I fully disclosure
Im saying it slowa, homie you slower, people just love the exposure
And I wont be the who like 'told ya'
But I be the one like I 'know ya'
And you aint messing my vibe up like brussels and okra, now its ova
Written by: Anthony Varrati, Oliver D"Alpaos
