Comstock Birdwatching Society

Now everybody in this building wanna make it big
Got producers tryna hustle in this music biz
You see yeah yeah we the children of this makeshift bliss
Pushing buttons stroking pedals don't know what really is

Rockin polos and shit man, "it's part of the trend"
Poppin mollies, where's the party? Let the story begin
Then mix it up with some doobies that's the perfect blend
But sometimes, I wonder if it'll be like this til the end

That's why I, I stay chillin I, I stay grillin
I keep it steady just tryna make a million
and stay classy like fuckin Ron Burgundy
cool under pressure like (Who?) Freddie Mercury

So grab a beer, pass the joint, let the stars shine
There's no reason to be scared cos it's our time
Now take a step back, everything just seems fine
I guess this is how it feels when the world's mine
(I guess this is how it feels when the fucking world is mine)

Cos it's about damn time (It's about damn time) I take these minutes
And let this free verse fall out and let em hear it
Cos they don't really know what you about until they feel it