Euphoria

It's a Sad Song, Violins playing in the background

Folks pushing right on through their fight until they tap out

Seeking Euphoria, sort of like a trap house

Roll the dice, hit the snake eyes

It's a Sad Song, Violins playing in the background

Folks pushing right on through their fight until they tap out

Seeking Euphoria, sort of like a trap house

Roll the dice, hit the snake eyes

We weigh against our own logic, compromise where our freedom be

Call it self-centered, duck the thunder where the heathens be

We try to break bread with all the souls, distribute evenly

Most of us is caught up in the trees, like where the keeblers be

Demonic is the reason we decline on human decency

Vow to take a rock to the behemoth, defeat repeatedly

Unseat the beast, kill the disease, until we're free to leave

Walk out kicking doors open, strong arm like we're Hercules

Dire is the urgency, praying steady fervently

Blood rushing, keeping us running to seek eternity

Kind of like a newborn, fight for life, gotta learn to breathe

Gotta learn to walk, and build our armor like an armory

Gotta build with brothers, that will hold us up like property

Sanctified relationships are priceless, hot commodities

Ironically, we choose to cut the cord in our hypothesis

Clearly miss the meaning, and the point like an isosceles

Invisible like ghosts, trying to survive in our economy

Shatter like Mr. Glass, we're fragile like we're pottery

Hopelessly independent, we swear in our autonomy

That we can operate our lives flawlessly

It's a Sad Song, Violins playing in the background

Folks pushing right on through their fight until they tap out

Seeking Euphoria, sort of like a trap house

Roll the dice, hit the snake eyes

It's a Sad Song, Violins playing in the background

Folks pushing right on through their fight until they tap out

Seeking Euphoria, sort of like a trap house

Roll the dice, hit the snake eyes

This ain't the other side of the rainbow

There's no pot of gold, or happiness to pay for

There's no money on the trees as they hang low

In fact you gotta work that overtime for that bankroll

Kinda painful, being thankful as you calculate your pesos

Walking 10 toes with those violins and banjos

Watch those manholes, cause they'll swallow up your fam bro

Count your ammo, cause it's a war just like it's Rambo

Slicing like a blade that's legend made, Hattori Hanzō

God won't give us more than tribulations we can handle

Perseverance is the key, that Lotto, we can cancel

The slackers being victimized, homie guard your back door

Your sanctity depends on how you navigate those hassles

Guard yourself from aerial bombs and Pterodactyls

Arm the padlocks, and keep your traveling on the back roads

Keep your head down and by faith be an example

It's a Sad Song, Violins playing in the background

Folks pushing right on through their fight until they tap out

Seeking Euphoria, sort of like a trap house

Roll the dice, hit the snake eyes

It's a Sad Song, Violins playing in the background

Folks pushing right on through their fight until they tap out

Seeking Euphoria, sort of like a trap house

Roll the dice, hit the snake eyes