To the Ruling Class
Aren't you precious
Bless your heart
Aren't you smart
If there's no conspiracy
We'll find one that we could start
Dang son, oowee
Go on and brush those teeth
Let's get you to sleep
Boy, don't you see?
We all need a J-O
Business trumps flipping yayo
Puts food on the table
Dad's just another dude
Running with the goon squad
Promote the chaos
Collect the payoff
Alright, ok
We'll keep the light on
But don't be worrying
About them aliens
Just remember son
We the number one
With the laser gun
Pew pew pew pew pew
Goodnight you
We've confused the conversation
Disorientated
The delusion's integrated
Hun, I think we made it
Thank God cuz I'm faded
Thank God I'm faded (faded faded faded faded)
You were so smart
To get so far ahead
So much more than some
Ninety nine some percent of the rest
You deserve some rest
You deserve the best
You were meant for this
Don't you worry sweetheart
College fund's in the NASDAQ
No not Italian suits
Think something more HAZMAT
There there
I swear
We're next
Today they let me see
The big key
To the big chest
Allay those tired memories
Here on my memory foam breast
Put your little heart to rest
Your destination has arrived
No more dreaming, no more ride
Please come inside
I'm glad you're all here
If you aren't overwhelmed
I'm afraid I wasn't clear
Or that you're not all here
Or you're off over there
Floating on American dreams
Swimming in denial
On a crying crocodile
No, that's not me
I'm living that American reality
That's a hot sip from a strong cup of tea
Brought to you as part of this balanced breakfast
You deserve a family
You deserve a Lexus
A waist like Florida
An ass like Texas
All of that
Pssh, no sweat
Smoke your Nicorette
Chew your cigarette
Go on cash the check
Go on pay the debt
I see you stack the deck
I see you take the bet
I say it to the ruling class
I say it to the ruling class
Imma make you fall up out your sleeping bags
Is this loud enough
For your stupid ass?
Who is this dude?
Weird
Who is this dude?
Weird
Who is this dude right here
Spitting nonsense
Squeaking in my right ear
Foaming at the light beer?
He said some delusional
Followed by some grandeur
And he looks like he ran here
My feelings feelings unclear
SHUT THE FUCK UP
Eat your fucking greens
WAKE UP FROM YOUR DREAMS
Then you can have your sweets
Oye, tranquiloso, no queremos todo
SOLA VOZ PARA TODO
SOLA VOZ PARA TODO
Ojo
Do you care what we say?
You seem to look the other way
You seem to feel another way
You leave it for another day
Now I ain't tryna lecture
But I ain't tryna let yah
Off the hook
Off the book
Often looking for the exit
From sea to shining sea
Y'all been chopping cherry trees
Clearing plains just as you please
Americans for Prosperity
Yeah no, it's not you
Yeah no, we got you
No no, Mugatu
Zoolander can top you
On that magnum
That blue steel
Bush Senior
David cop a feel
We don't have a king
We don't have a queen
Come on everyone
Hail the holy green
It's a great means
But a bad ends
I'm sure you're nice dudes
But you're bad friends
That's the thesis in the briefest
Hit me up if you wanna break it down to the pieces
E.T. phone Nome Chomsky
Holler at my dude if you you want me
Ey ey ey if you want me
If you, yeah if you want me
Bless your heart
Aren't you smart
If there's no conspiracy
We'll find one that we could start
Dang son, oowee
Go on and brush those teeth
Let's get you to sleep
Boy, don't you see?
We all need a J-O
Business trumps flipping yayo
Puts food on the table
Dad's just another dude
Running with the goon squad
Promote the chaos
Collect the payoff
Alright, ok
We'll keep the light on
But don't be worrying
About them aliens
Just remember son
We the number one
With the laser gun
Pew pew pew pew pew
Goodnight you
We've confused the conversation
Disorientated
The delusion's integrated
Hun, I think we made it
Thank God cuz I'm faded
Thank God I'm faded (faded faded faded faded)
You were so smart
To get so far ahead
So much more than some
Ninety nine some percent of the rest
You deserve some rest
You deserve the best
You were meant for this
Don't you worry sweetheart
College fund's in the NASDAQ
No not Italian suits
Think something more HAZMAT
There there
I swear
We're next
Today they let me see
The big key
To the big chest
Allay those tired memories
Here on my memory foam breast
Put your little heart to rest
Your destination has arrived
No more dreaming, no more ride
Please come inside
I'm glad you're all here
If you aren't overwhelmed
I'm afraid I wasn't clear
Or that you're not all here
Or you're off over there
Floating on American dreams
Swimming in denial
On a crying crocodile
No, that's not me
I'm living that American reality
That's a hot sip from a strong cup of tea
Brought to you as part of this balanced breakfast
You deserve a family
You deserve a Lexus
A waist like Florida
An ass like Texas
All of that
Pssh, no sweat
Smoke your Nicorette
Chew your cigarette
Go on cash the check
Go on pay the debt
I see you stack the deck
I see you take the bet
I say it to the ruling class
I say it to the ruling class
Imma make you fall up out your sleeping bags
Is this loud enough
For your stupid ass?
Who is this dude?
Weird
Who is this dude?
Weird
Who is this dude right here
Spitting nonsense
Squeaking in my right ear
Foaming at the light beer?
He said some delusional
Followed by some grandeur
And he looks like he ran here
My feelings feelings unclear
SHUT THE FUCK UP
Eat your fucking greens
WAKE UP FROM YOUR DREAMS
Then you can have your sweets
Oye, tranquiloso, no queremos todo
SOLA VOZ PARA TODO
SOLA VOZ PARA TODO
Ojo
Do you care what we say?
You seem to look the other way
You seem to feel another way
You leave it for another day
Now I ain't tryna lecture
But I ain't tryna let yah
Off the hook
Off the book
Often looking for the exit
From sea to shining sea
Y'all been chopping cherry trees
Clearing plains just as you please
Americans for Prosperity
Yeah no, it's not you
Yeah no, we got you
No no, Mugatu
Zoolander can top you
On that magnum
That blue steel
Bush Senior
David cop a feel
We don't have a king
We don't have a queen
Come on everyone
Hail the holy green
It's a great means
But a bad ends
I'm sure you're nice dudes
But you're bad friends
That's the thesis in the briefest
Hit me up if you wanna break it down to the pieces
E.T. phone Nome Chomsky
Holler at my dude if you you want me
Ey ey ey if you want me
If you, yeah if you want me
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Writer(s): Terence Costello
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