André DeSaint, Chelsea Chavis - The Art Of Getting By lyrics

Uh, Loosen up my tie and end
A shift of nine to five
Guess I should pry the sky and
Thank the guy that I’m alive
I need a guiding light I set my mouth on fire
Theory of Low End pumps bass I get higher
Aiming for mass appeal trying
To appeal to masses
Smoke thick as clay got me feeling Cassius
I got the realest passion nobody notices
Figure out what my motive is
I ain’t in it for bonuses
Insane king that’s ready for
What the name brings
Looking for a brand new way
To say the same thing
Misguided youth amazing little changeling
I’ma shoot the bird while you
Herbs only graze wings

Can you feel the unrest? Because I can I can
For years I felt it in my chest
And in my hands my hands
If you know not what I speak
Then you’re lucky you’re free
Ignorance is hardly glee but
It’s restful sweet peace

Holy matrimony I should set the date
I’m married to an empty promise
From a special place
There’s some promises that we should
Never get to break
Cause we make decisions people
Never get to make
Hail Mary that’s what the record say
Let that needle speak to you
Let that record play
It’s one in the same I’m
Just playing the game
You can spot it on me all
Over like I got leprosy
Excuse me I’ve been busy
Just wrecking sessions
Come peep the way that I kick
It a nigga could beckon Beckham
I’m watching you bullshitters and I
Just reckon I question
Why are we dealing more
Lies and less confessing?

Can you feel the unrest? Because I can I can
For years I felt it in my chest
And in my hands my hands
If you know not what I speak
Then you’re lucky you’re free
Ignorance is hardly glee but
It’s restful sweet peace