WAYS OF THE WORLD

One, one
One, one, one (one, one, one)
You are now in tune with the last man
Whatever they doing we don't care
These blue skies, yeah, yeah
You are now in tune with the last man in the room

This world tragic, black magic
Don't you give into thе static and the lies
Don't you give into thе pressures on your mind

I was standing there, way beyond seven steps
To nowhere, ever
Bulletproof chest, like a teflon sweater
Man say age reveals, mo' better
Skies laid a horn like a jazz song, preach
Nobody there knocking at your door, just me
In a frenzy, I had to leave in four weeks
Came back with a revelation on me
Save it for a night where we toast to the T
It was dead silent for the snakes, tryna eat
Fucking on a thing, it's a thing, it's a thing
Send it up high like a glow, moon ring
Even if I die, imma bop, imma sing
Leave the world behind with the trouble that it bring

This world tragic, black magic
Don't you give into the static and the lies
Don't you give into the pressures on your mind
Don't you give into the pressures on your mind
One, yeah