E-Dubble - Grey Skies lyrics

Yo

Cups up for the things
That we've been through
We reminisce on the ways that we got by
Feeling anxious cause time is an issue
We do it all cause we
Know that the clock lies
We want a way out, we want a way in
Ambition mixed with dreams we
Never want it wasted
Red lights, grey skies, so we fake that
The struggle is the story and
The story is amazing

I see the clock inside my phone
Just staring back at me
Like what we do with all our
Time could be a tragedy
But we ain't leaning on the apathy
We actually
Have started something big enough to
Call a fucking happening
With no sixth sense
We are like the sixth man
Hustle for the clock ticks
Hustle 'till we hit Japan
Throw a fucking hashtag, #OccupyEverything
Stay up in the parks
Let your democracy play Halloween
They love the face paint
They love the photo ops
They sitting pretty when their
Underlings play Photoshop
They cut the arts budget
They cut creative costs
They see themselves with wrinkled
Faces and no Audemar's
The truth hurts but we're
Stronger for revealing it
Concealing where we fucked up's no
Way to deal with shit
Brown bag lunch, and I got a snack pack
Time to go to work even if
It's in a snap back
We're wearing different hats
We run in different circles
That clock is ticking but we on
Our job so fuck a curfew

They march to the same beat
But everybody wanna sound off
They love when they when they say cheese
But our shadows seem to play ground-hog
Hibernate 'till mistakes I pay back
No time to recline or lay back
That passion is our pay-cheque fuck
A vowl, I'll solve it, sajak
That wheel of fortune is a
Gambler with a bad hand
Kick it to the curb with the
Force of Mr van Damme so cop a claudograph
We're work-a-holics intervening
On the status quo
It seems as reckless as it is deceiving
I'm tying up my boots and managing addictions
Keep the moderation coming the
Prescription for our shitlist
Sitting on the throne watching
All your minions bitching
Sounds impressive 'till you see the
Isolation that you live in
Damn - gotta socialize open up
And stay open eyed
Cold world turned your heart to
Stone no poster boy
You just posterized - uh
John Stock's over Mike Jord
(an) , the little things we fight for
Soundtrack to our life, big lights
Big city when we strike that right chord