Dumb Down
Half numb now
It's a shame that real rappers gotta dumb down
For some clowns making TikToks
Uptown
While the world falls apart before they eyes
Shuffle down to rock bottom
Where this pandemic is light problems
Compared to the fright novels reality lays upon em
It's hot product
Half the world going to stop watching
In four or five months when this shit lifts up
And they back up at they jobs rotting
Playing hopscotch with time like it's replaceable
If time is really money
Then they burning all their savings through
I'm aiming to
Go as far as I can take it to
With the music
If I ever lose it
My clock will break a fuze
Thank you
Thank you all for your applause
I try to impress goats and ghosts
With hard bars
So I honestly couldn't give a fuck
About lost thoughts
My mission and intuition split apart
Hearts darker than the face of Mister Game and Watch
Meditate or drop
Satan hates it when I'm praying
I'm sick of waiting
I guess I gotta take this pain and hide
It all away inside
If I ever really wanna make it out this place alive
Hate surprises
Never know what type party you walking into
I need to know it all from the guest list to the menu
You'll never catch me slipping
I got far too many issues
To not react on instinct
Do some shit I won't admit to
In this lifetime
I might fry in the post
But my heart so cold
When I arrive at the door
Whole place gone be froze
Ice skating over Satan
FYG gold
Still shining from the basement
How my foot taste bitch
It's a shame that real rappers gotta dumb down
For some clowns making TikToks
Uptown
While the world falls apart before they eyes
Shuffle down to rock bottom
Where this pandemic is light problems
Compared to the fright novels reality lays upon em
It's hot product
Half the world going to stop watching
In four or five months when this shit lifts up
And they back up at they jobs rotting
Playing hopscotch with time like it's replaceable
If time is really money
Then they burning all their savings through
I'm aiming to
Go as far as I can take it to
With the music
If I ever lose it
My clock will break a fuze
Thank you
Thank you all for your applause
I try to impress goats and ghosts
With hard bars
So I honestly couldn't give a fuck
About lost thoughts
My mission and intuition split apart
Hearts darker than the face of Mister Game and Watch
Meditate or drop
Satan hates it when I'm praying
I'm sick of waiting
I guess I gotta take this pain and hide
It all away inside
If I ever really wanna make it out this place alive
Hate surprises
Never know what type party you walking into
I need to know it all from the guest list to the menu
You'll never catch me slipping
I got far too many issues
To not react on instinct
Do some shit I won't admit to
In this lifetime
I might fry in the post
But my heart so cold
When I arrive at the door
Whole place gone be froze
Ice skating over Satan
FYG gold
Still shining from the basement
How my foot taste bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Steve Mancino
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