Sensory Deprivation
Enlightenment is hard to find
Living most our lives on company time
Find your soul, and free your mind
Waking blind for some time
Focused far ahead and long behind
Present blurred not sure why
Trapped inside the daily grind
Get to work right on time
Then I waste away my day, when I get home
Staring at this god damn phone
Call it sensory deprivation
The way I'm living my life
Floating in place
Someone pass me the light
Cause I need that shit
Too many years I believed that shit
Could get better sitting on my ass
And when I crashed wondered why
Astonished to be honest
Like, before I was getting honors
Didn't have to try
Didn't have to try
A few years later
Now im living a lie
Telling myself I'm the best me, I can be
When in reality I was only coasting
Getting toasted, laying on the couch
Staying posted
Getting toasted
Lazy fuck awards, and I'm hosting
Taking the, easiest path
Any inconveniences, man I gotta relax
Gotta relax
Frustrated at stupid shit
Started meditating, looking for greatness
Feeling lost, feeling bored with life
I guess that's the cost of rolling with the tides
Rolling with the tides
Rolling with the tides
Rolling with the tides
I'm a lazy motha fucka I ain't got no plan
Looking in the mirror like who's this man
I guess I gotta do more
I guess I gotta do more
I'm a lazy motha fucka I ain't got no plan
Looking in the mirror like who's this man
I guess I gotta do more
I guess I gotta do more
Changes happening starting on the inside
Gaining insight, peeking through my third eye
The other two looking pretty tired
But slowly teaching myself
Leaving the hell of a battlefield
Of conflicting ideas I felt
Always was a drone
In my subconscious
While, sitting all alone
Flooded with stressful shit
I've been so desperate, to escape it
Feeling, like I've been faking it
Being complacent
Now I'm following traces
Hidden in places I haven't seen in years
Bye to the old ways, no tears
Sifting through my problems
With no fears
Glass up let's cheer
This is our year
You, me
Let's be free
Just follow me as I breath
Some fresh air into my lungs
Some fresh air into my lungs
I'm feeling so free
I'm changing like the leaves
A's to Z's, not skipping a letter
I guess I could say that I'm doing better
Guess I could say that I'm doing better
Could say that I'm doing better
Could say that I'm doing better
Working hard as a mother fucker now I got my plans
Looking at myself in the mirror I got this man
I did more
I guess I do more
Working hard as a mother now I got my plans
Looking at myself in the mirror
Living most our lives on company time
Find your soul, and free your mind
Waking blind for some time
Focused far ahead and long behind
Present blurred not sure why
Trapped inside the daily grind
Get to work right on time
Then I waste away my day, when I get home
Staring at this god damn phone
Call it sensory deprivation
The way I'm living my life
Floating in place
Someone pass me the light
Cause I need that shit
Too many years I believed that shit
Could get better sitting on my ass
And when I crashed wondered why
Astonished to be honest
Like, before I was getting honors
Didn't have to try
Didn't have to try
A few years later
Now im living a lie
Telling myself I'm the best me, I can be
When in reality I was only coasting
Getting toasted, laying on the couch
Staying posted
Getting toasted
Lazy fuck awards, and I'm hosting
Taking the, easiest path
Any inconveniences, man I gotta relax
Gotta relax
Frustrated at stupid shit
Started meditating, looking for greatness
Feeling lost, feeling bored with life
I guess that's the cost of rolling with the tides
Rolling with the tides
Rolling with the tides
Rolling with the tides
I'm a lazy motha fucka I ain't got no plan
Looking in the mirror like who's this man
I guess I gotta do more
I guess I gotta do more
I'm a lazy motha fucka I ain't got no plan
Looking in the mirror like who's this man
I guess I gotta do more
I guess I gotta do more
Changes happening starting on the inside
Gaining insight, peeking through my third eye
The other two looking pretty tired
But slowly teaching myself
Leaving the hell of a battlefield
Of conflicting ideas I felt
Always was a drone
In my subconscious
While, sitting all alone
Flooded with stressful shit
I've been so desperate, to escape it
Feeling, like I've been faking it
Being complacent
Now I'm following traces
Hidden in places I haven't seen in years
Bye to the old ways, no tears
Sifting through my problems
With no fears
Glass up let's cheer
This is our year
You, me
Let's be free
Just follow me as I breath
Some fresh air into my lungs
Some fresh air into my lungs
I'm feeling so free
I'm changing like the leaves
A's to Z's, not skipping a letter
I guess I could say that I'm doing better
Guess I could say that I'm doing better
Could say that I'm doing better
Could say that I'm doing better
Working hard as a mother fucker now I got my plans
Looking at myself in the mirror I got this man
I did more
I guess I do more
Working hard as a mother now I got my plans
Looking at myself in the mirror
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Writer(s): Brandon Surette
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