Ah, the world on fire Let's celebrate Let's have a toast while we sit and we watch The whole world go up in flames (Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha) We lost our minds (Lost it) We goin' cray (Cray) We let a racist orange man be the president Ain't that just fuckin' great? (The fuck, man) But we just runnin' around, chasin' the lettuce I bought a Bentley, still feel pathetic Ice on my wrist, still feel depression Music my therapy, it's my obsession Spittin' these bars, handin' out lessons Don't go to church, but I'm makin' confessions Fly like a bird, makin' impressions I got the answers just give me your questions
We've been caught in the fire We've lost our desire We're beaten and blue I pray we save us from ourselves (Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh) 'Cause nobody else can do that for you (Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh) I feel like—
One of one, bitch, I'm original And I feel like Steph Curry with the finger roll And I feel like Aaron Rodgers with the give and go Hope this click inside your head like a metronome How many times do the kid gotta run? I'll let all of you know I'm the truth Not chasing people's opinion of me 'Cause I really got nothing to prove Not even ill when I'm makin' these songs My soul is up in the booth Found my place, I'll never leave It's me, the crowd, they singin' free like (Ayy) My generation is the truth (Ayy-Ayy) , yeah I believe in me and you (Ayy) , yeah Bitch, the future is the youth (Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy) Let me show you what we do Let me show you what we—
We've been caught in the fire We've lost our desire We're beaten and blue I pray we save us from ourselves (Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh) 'Cause nobody else can do that for you (Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh) I feel like—
We wanna be free Just wanna feel something Just wanna feel something We wanna be free Just wanna feel something Just wanna feel something
Compositores: Kevin Clark White, Michael Clinton Ii Woods (Mykeyz), Andrew Bazzi ECAD: Obra #22184483 Fonograma #19696736