I know you feel it
Rap is wack so I'm back to spittin
Middle-aged man never learned to fit in
I'm the one guy who can name the sickness
Every other artist talks ass and licorice
Yo, I know you feel it
That gnawing, nagging, numbing, blogging, tagging, thumbing, Buzzfeed
Streaming, meme-ing, content coma
Everything is free but I'm bored as shit
My malaise don't fit in the animated GIF
I have feelings that can't be expressed with kittens
Even the most freestyled now sounds written
All coalesced into four loud kick drums:
UH UH UH - big surprise
Q. What's the new sound, y'all?
A. Lies
Look me in the screen while I look you in the eyes, kid
I'm the last naked voice you'll recognize
I wanna get back into the
I wanna get back into the
I wanna get back into the water
I wanna get back into the
I wanna get back into the
I wanna get back into the water
I know you feel it:
That runaway science, that greater good
That real thin line 'tween could and should
That nature's end, that Irish bull:
That gods are men whose minds are full, yo
I feel the heavy
Not prepped for when the levee breaks
No more history, no mistakes
Your life is cake but something is wrong
Your artists fail to write the song
That illustrates this encrypted love
That we take to like swine to mud
That Icarus blood that shoots you up
And wears you out like fitted gloves
You shackled doves, you mired saints
Embrace the canvas, erase the paint
You know this road can not end well
We'll burn in heaven you choirs of hell!
I wanna get back into the
I wanna get back into the
I wanna get back into the water
I wanna get back into the
I wanna get back into the
I wanna get back into the water
I wanna get back into the
I wanna get back into the
I wanna get back into the water
I wanna get back into the
I wanna get back into the
We gotta get back into the water