Wiser Observer - #BLACKBALLOONSCHALLENGE lyrics
[Wiser Observer - #BLACKBALLOONSCHALLENGE lyrics]
Please shut up everybody shut up
Can’t even think everybody spitting gutter
Five, six, ten drinks
Throw the glass nurse the udder
Looking down at the street
Fifteen-story come up fuck
Highly functional, highly fucking irritable
Highly musical, flow sick physical bill
They know you pussy open up because
Schrödinger will
Superposition dead inside but living on still
Aah, shit shots till I’m feeling nothing
Aah shit gunshot till I’m feeling nothing
Okay, okay, I’m not feeling okay
I’ve been feeling no shame
And my body work late
Fight my demons with my demons
Dark on dark violence
Violins pull the strings bittersweet symphony
Snapped the strings to my heart
Ya’ll on some wild shit
Riddled with trauma from the start
Laugh at the wrong shit
Paranoia build into song I
Avoid the bong hit's i avoid the conflicts
But pushed in a corner, pushing your options
Pushing your limit's pushing you
Into the subconscious
Muddy up your prospects woah
It’s way too late for new talk
Nihilism sets in at dark
It’s way too late for coupons
I’m not buying the optimism you put on
Where do you get off?
You’re driving me crazy
Happy motherfuckers raised up as soft babies
Or bigoted worship to white-faced deities
Whoop there it is
Somewhere I’ll face the penalty
Sometimes I get ahead of me
This life man I’m not friends with it
Can’t be friends with my colleagues
I set some boundaries
Lunchtime I’m trying to eat
Here we go again bring your
Friends and your family
Déjà vu, kung fu now I’m kicking it
Social media’s so sickening
But I keep plugging in
Have to get these likes
For my mixtape listenings ooh
Carousels spinning
And my phone keeps pinging
Rhyme books keep singing
Ears won’t stop rining
Broke folk keep blinging i hate this city
Wade through the mud wade through it all
Dry it all off and you’re still dusted up
Can’t even think everybody spitting gutter
Five, six, ten drinks
Throw the glass nurse the udder
Looking down at the street
Fifteen-story come up fuck
Highly functional, highly fucking irritable
Highly musical, flow sick physical bill
They know you pussy open up because
Schrödinger will
Superposition dead inside but living on still
Aah, shit shots till I’m feeling nothing
Aah shit gunshot till I’m feeling nothing
Okay, okay, I’m not feeling okay
I’ve been feeling no shame
And my body work late
Fight my demons with my demons
Dark on dark violence
Violins pull the strings bittersweet symphony
Snapped the strings to my heart
Ya’ll on some wild shit
Riddled with trauma from the start
Laugh at the wrong shit
Paranoia build into song I
Avoid the bong hit's i avoid the conflicts
But pushed in a corner, pushing your options
Pushing your limit's pushing you
Into the subconscious
Muddy up your prospects woah
It’s way too late for new talk
Nihilism sets in at dark
It’s way too late for coupons
I’m not buying the optimism you put on
Where do you get off?
You’re driving me crazy
Happy motherfuckers raised up as soft babies
Or bigoted worship to white-faced deities
Whoop there it is
Somewhere I’ll face the penalty
Sometimes I get ahead of me
This life man I’m not friends with it
Can’t be friends with my colleagues
I set some boundaries
Lunchtime I’m trying to eat
Here we go again bring your
Friends and your family
Déjà vu, kung fu now I’m kicking it
Social media’s so sickening
But I keep plugging in
Have to get these likes
For my mixtape listenings ooh
Carousels spinning
And my phone keeps pinging
Rhyme books keep singing
Ears won’t stop rining
Broke folk keep blinging i hate this city
Wade through the mud wade through it all
Dry it all off and you’re still dusted up