Rufio, Bobby St. Mute - H.A.G.S. lyrics

(Bobby bring the horns in)
(yeah! Rufio! Bobby St mute! Uh huh)
(Let me tell you one thing about my life
One thing I learned this past year)

I wear the wrong clothes
I walk the wrong way
I get judged by those dead eyes every day
Why did being petty suddenly become cool?
Whole school of tools
Legistlatin' social rules

I'm just tryin' to keep it real day by day
Workin' hard, rise and grind
Can you say the same? (nope)
Why you tryna flex when you
Ain't got no muscle?
And why you tryna flaunt when
You ain't got no hustle?

I'm done with the masks
I'm done with the cliques
I'm done with the faux friends
I'm done with the pics
Fed up with double taps
Not lookin' for your reactions
These fractured factions slaves to a caption

Listen, I know
You're just tryin' to make it
But there's more to life than
Fake smiles and facelifts
It's a "Brave New World" so
Is it any wonder? I'm glad to move on
Have a great summer

It ain't worth it, don't lose your soul
The truth is worth it's weight in gold

(yeah, let me talk to 'em again)

Oh! The decadence! As you
Set depressing precedents
Media presence full of fictitious
Pasts and presents number of views and pics
Of who's who leavin'
Us asking who's you? Et tu Brute?
Constantly countin' compliments
Causes cataracts
Truth hacky sack, heart attack
Step on a crack, your mother's back
Whoop! There goes vanity!
Whoop! There goes sanity!
Seven rings, iced bling
Extra ranch but bluffing the wings

It ain't worth it, don't lose your soul
The truth is worth it's weight in gold

Why you tryna flex when you
Ain't got no muscle?
Why you tryna flaunt when you
Ain't got no hustle?
Why you tryna flex when you
Ain't got no muscle?
Why you tryna flaunt when you
Ain't got no hustle?

Listen, I know
You're just tryin' to make it
But there's more to life than
Fake smiles and fake tit's
Dead the nonsense six feet under
I'm glad to move on have a great summer
(This is to all you fakes all
You fakes who signed my yearbook)
Have a great summer