Anti-Matter

Come on
Spawn of the generation
Glued to the Netflix and a PlayStation
In the couch locked status they be rippin' that kush
I'm getting high on my own supply, don't push it
You'll understand later man that shit is a science (Science)
That y'all be lab rats and study the pattern, it's fine (Fine), yeah
Truth of the matter is I know you feelin great in your sweats
You deserve to make more than your rent and your check
Your head's bent
You're bedridden up in the bed in a desperate attempt
To feel like you're important
Yeah, come on
Tell me why the fuck you matter (Why?)
Uh, please enlighten me

Oof
Please enlighten me
Come on, tell me why the fuck you matter
Uh, please enlighten me (yeah)
Please enlighten me
Come on, tell me why the fuck you matter
Uh, please enlighten me

Spawn of the selfie era
Brainwashed with a buddha then they keepin' that lit
This shit right here
Hittin' that hard but that fake ambition might infinite miss
And they all get blasted
So who gone glue yo ass to ya mama's couch?
Paraplegics, paranoid mind stuck
Spittin' conspiracy theories out
Ain't nobody gone be watching yo ass
You could save water, you could keep washing yo ass
The illuminati don't give two little shits about you
War goin' on what it do
Triangles, they don't mean shit 'less yo girl ride back and forth
On your best friend's dick
(Thats a love triangle)
And if she do, tell me why the fuck that matter

Yeah yeah, please enlighten me
Come on, tell me why the fuck that matter
Uh, please enlighten me
Uh-oh
Uh-oh
(Uh-oh)

That was a strange feeling in the ah-
Smell that
Throw that snot and all souls of his hands
As they took his best friend
He couldn't help but noticed the sea of ugly faces and
Plastic produce pressed against the foggy windows
Crying pitiful excuse, to be heard (to be heard, to be heard)



Credits
Writer(s): Abhi Sridharan Vaidehi
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