Wake Up

I was out here, couple years living fake
Getting high, getting chopped, tripping up, getting baked
And I was just running from my problems and mistakes
Thinking life was gonna be just a little piece of cake

Cut it up, serve it up, eat it up, live it up
Party hard, live it quick, party fast, die hard
Buy some clothes, buy some chains, buy some drugs, buy some cars
If you really fucking think about that shit it's bizarre

They've been controlling everything that we see
On all the little screens up in society
But in reality, the suits on wall street
Are just greedy motherfuckers that will take your money

And most of the politicians really are insane
In the back room snorting lines of cocaine
They don't give a fuck about thoughts in your brain
They don't give a fuck about people in pain
They only really care about the dot on the range
Only really care about the dollars and the change
Always making promises about real change
Then they fuck it up, cover up, and re-arrange

Sick of all the hate shit, sick of all the fake shit
Where is the love we are running 'round wasting
Potential, energy, time
Selling it all for a dollar ninety nine

When in reality we got pure thoughts in our mind
Reflections of divine worth a whole gold mine
But they steal it all for a fucking penny on the dime
And they don't get punished when they commit crime

But really just don't pay them no mind
Trust me everything is gonna be fine
If you follow the divine in your heart
Follow the love, you were gifted from the start

Hell nah, on my own wave
I'm not gonna be a material slave
The people at the top are corrupt and depraved
Thinking that they're gonna take money to the grave

Hell nah, on my own wave
I'm not gonna be a material slave
The people at the top are corrupt and depraved
Thinking that they're gonna take money to the grave

Wake up



Credits
Writer(s): William Butler, Tim Kingsbury, Richard R Parry, Win Butler, Regine Chassagne
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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