sleep all day thru the night and the light
no need to wake, cuz everything's all right
got a smile to fake, and a life to fight
then go home, get baked, eat cake and die
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just kidding kids, have a sip of this
kool-aid for your brain, ignorance is bliss
with a twist, like sierra mist
kinda citrus, but mostly chemicals
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nah, i'm pretty full, but thanks red bull
you keep me goin with your vitamins and minerals
product place meant to meltify your mind
cuz we gotta find a shelter for the lies to hide
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have some cyanide, its the diet kind
make ya feel fine, like some coffee grinds
or a big pie, take a bigger slice
you deserve it cuz you're so damn nice
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like jesus on ice
or a family that never fights
white picket signs at a funeral for human rights
elevator music set to bruise your third eye
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mom and dad told me, don't as why
so i keep my head down underneath the blue sky
and i don't cry
when the bad guys die
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its just a game, right?
whoa, outta sight, fake murder and stereotypes
i love stereos, radios and gramaphones
i love video's of kittens playin xylophones
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distraction is a subtle art
like a beautiful painting for sale at wal mart
its a slow start, give up on your heart
cuz we're not far, throw your soul in the cart
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cuz its all on sale
from the dirty dozen to organic kale
while it wait for it all to fail
the titanic already set sail
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like planned obsolescence
or unwillingness to learn some new lessons
while the soft rock school is in session
i'ma blow my load on a buttload of blessings
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like a new xbox 1080
while i'm waiting for the people to play me
i should plan for my future babies
and remember to administer a shot for rabies
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cuz the haters keep biting on my style
and i know their mother lovin mouths can be a bit vile
kinda like a steamin pile of
well, you know what
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nuts, momma taught me never to cuss
so instead i say dang and shucks
and i always keep my shame covered up
cuz the good lord's watchin me doin my stuff
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and the NSA, CIA patriots
i feel so safe, like no one's gonna rape us
cuz they hate us, you know its in their blood
hatin on freedom like terrorists would
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shhh, the babies are asleep
lets say a prayer for jesus to keep
our souls safe from the demons in the deep
and if i die when i wake, baby don't you weep
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cuz all it is, its like goin back to sleep
go to sleep
credits
from Prophet$ Profit$,
released June 13, 2015
Lyrics and production by Ty Lee.
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