Your Thoughts

There should have been a great quote here
But
My attention span is too low for that
What can you do?
I don't know how to be honest with myself
Let alone you, but I won't talk about you
It feels as if the world is spinning out of the true
It's seeping into, what I call sur
Surreal, ethereal and endless
It feels as if the space itself is now becoming restless
The things I used to follow, play, are now becoming threatless
But I live on selfless, but I live on helpless yea
Look
I'm not a fucking egocentric
The music made me feel this way
But first I am empathic
It ruins me, yeah, oh it ruined me
I feel I'm not myself, and still
There was no other way
Besides the collar or the grave
And I'm fucked, and we're fucked
And all we do is fucking sing
Sense of self-indulgent thinking
Cause y'all are just fucking weak
You want a change, you crave for it
But no one takes a leap, you know
If you're so complicated
Then the change should be as deep as
Your thoughts
You know that you should have them
Just listen to them once
Don't silence and don't combat them
Your thoughts
Not everything is your riddim
So set your records straight and let your
Passions guide your rhythm
Your thoughts
You know that you should have them
Just listen to them once
Don't silence and don't combat them
Your thoughts
Not everything is your riddim
So set your records straight and let your
Passions guide your rhythm
Ay
Fuck your Instagram and fuck your Twitter
Fuck your Tick-Tock
I want a piece of life that is not made for
Someone's Botox
I don't need integrity
We're already sincere
The problem is that truth is turned into
Something that makes a ching
Everyone is sick with housing
Rent, the payments due and
The art is compromising that we're plastic
Through and through
And the culture is a myth
Only vultures in this bitch (ghaarrr, caw)
If you think that that's okay then
You will never get rich, hah (ooo)
Fuck all your dreams of becoming famous
Microtransactions they put in the games now
Fuck instability in mental health
You don't know if it even exists (euh-euh)
Half of the shit that you eat is a myth
Half of the stories are made for the gig
Half of the people you see
Don't even know wha they think about themselves
All of them are craving for freedom in their time and money
Yet no one thinks it's funny
That all of them just want, and none of them will work for
Thoughts that they suppress with all the short-form content
If you're a real artist, then go outside
And make a move, tell them the truth of
Your thoughts
You know that you should have them
Just listen to them once
Don't silence and don't combat them
Your thoughts
Not everything is your riddim
So set your records straight and let your
Passions guide your rhythm
Your thoughts
You know that you should have them
Just listen to them once
Don't silence and don't combat them
Your thoughts
Not everything is your riddim
So set your records straight and let your
Passions guide your rhythm
Your thoughts
This is a call to action
To everybody that is in need, to everybody that wants it
To everybody that has been waiting for this moment
Just fucking listen to yourself
It's a privilege nowadays, sadly