Tin Foil Dreams
Who am I
Mister window sill snooper
Comedic as jim carrey with a dash of bill cooper
Highly interested in vintage quests for the shooter
While educating masses trapped at desks behind computers
I know, emotions can bottle up quickly
Gears grind like transmissions from the politicians shifting
Republican or democrat, it's hardly an illusion
Pawns playing parts master-mining their confusion
They want you to stop debating the proper training
When the psychological operations are hyper complicated
Divert the attention away from the bombs created
Primarily to sway voters and get nominated
But in other news, the governments your owner
Creator and controller from the famous to the loners
Nobodys' safe, even the faithful and sober
Receive a plate full of deception as the hate grows colder
In these tin foil dreams
Everythings' fake darlin nothings what it seems
Yeah I need an escape
Find me waiting for the grays by the gates, by the gates like
In these tin foil dreams
Everythings' fake darlin nothings what it seems
From the soil to the greens
The air that we breathe
They want you to believe
Give me sixty seconds babe i'll break it down in a minute
Ill since birth, probably found at the clinic
Doctor lookin like my bottle had some powder up in it
Word to concerta body turning thanks to counterfeit gimmicks
Watching the Powerful spin it
Mansion chillin while children live in misery
Who needs a cure when it's billion dollar industry
From cancer to marijuana, ingest the history
Follow the paper route like UPS delivery
If it ain't illegal than then they're making a buck
Taxation's a fancy term for them taking a cut
Make one mistake and you're stuck
Fuck an eighth in a duff
I have to walk through airports with weed taped to my nuts
No insurance got me smoking till my fever dies
Five billion dollars less a year if it's legalized
No wonder big pharma stay fighting like Tekashi's legal team
To push a wack product mass copied for the fiends
In these tin foil dreams
Everythings' fake darlin nothings what it seems
Yeah I need an escape
Find me waiting for the grays by the gates, by the gates like
In these tin foil dreams
Everythings' fake darlin nothings what it seems
From the soil to the greens
The air that we breathe
They want you to believe
I made this track as living fact that I once gave a shit
Our worlds falling apart but im not the one to be saving it
More of a messenger than destined for a patriot
But please try to convince me how steel beams bend like paperclips
I'd love to hear it, but before you start resenting me
Explain fighting a sand war for the last quarter century
Fox news tells you we're protecting foreign entities
Yet illegal immigrants are thrown in penitentiaries
Seems hypocritical, plus hundreds now slayed
From military forces letting fluttered rounds spray
Corporate smoke and mirrors make the runaround pay
Watching black gold circulate in underground caves
That's tragedy backed by apathy
Student versus faculty
Federal agents suited up in black chasing after me
Act casually, before I blast caps hap hazordly
Disappear and pop up like security ad's from Mac A Fee
In these tin foil dreams
Everythings' fake darlin nothings what it seems
Yeah I need an escape
Find me waiting for the grays by the gates, by the gates like
In these tin foil dreams
Everythings' fake darlin nothings what it seems
From the soil to the greens
The air that we breathe
They want you to believe
Mister window sill snooper
Comedic as jim carrey with a dash of bill cooper
Highly interested in vintage quests for the shooter
While educating masses trapped at desks behind computers
I know, emotions can bottle up quickly
Gears grind like transmissions from the politicians shifting
Republican or democrat, it's hardly an illusion
Pawns playing parts master-mining their confusion
They want you to stop debating the proper training
When the psychological operations are hyper complicated
Divert the attention away from the bombs created
Primarily to sway voters and get nominated
But in other news, the governments your owner
Creator and controller from the famous to the loners
Nobodys' safe, even the faithful and sober
Receive a plate full of deception as the hate grows colder
In these tin foil dreams
Everythings' fake darlin nothings what it seems
Yeah I need an escape
Find me waiting for the grays by the gates, by the gates like
In these tin foil dreams
Everythings' fake darlin nothings what it seems
From the soil to the greens
The air that we breathe
They want you to believe
Give me sixty seconds babe i'll break it down in a minute
Ill since birth, probably found at the clinic
Doctor lookin like my bottle had some powder up in it
Word to concerta body turning thanks to counterfeit gimmicks
Watching the Powerful spin it
Mansion chillin while children live in misery
Who needs a cure when it's billion dollar industry
From cancer to marijuana, ingest the history
Follow the paper route like UPS delivery
If it ain't illegal than then they're making a buck
Taxation's a fancy term for them taking a cut
Make one mistake and you're stuck
Fuck an eighth in a duff
I have to walk through airports with weed taped to my nuts
No insurance got me smoking till my fever dies
Five billion dollars less a year if it's legalized
No wonder big pharma stay fighting like Tekashi's legal team
To push a wack product mass copied for the fiends
In these tin foil dreams
Everythings' fake darlin nothings what it seems
Yeah I need an escape
Find me waiting for the grays by the gates, by the gates like
In these tin foil dreams
Everythings' fake darlin nothings what it seems
From the soil to the greens
The air that we breathe
They want you to believe
I made this track as living fact that I once gave a shit
Our worlds falling apart but im not the one to be saving it
More of a messenger than destined for a patriot
But please try to convince me how steel beams bend like paperclips
I'd love to hear it, but before you start resenting me
Explain fighting a sand war for the last quarter century
Fox news tells you we're protecting foreign entities
Yet illegal immigrants are thrown in penitentiaries
Seems hypocritical, plus hundreds now slayed
From military forces letting fluttered rounds spray
Corporate smoke and mirrors make the runaround pay
Watching black gold circulate in underground caves
That's tragedy backed by apathy
Student versus faculty
Federal agents suited up in black chasing after me
Act casually, before I blast caps hap hazordly
Disappear and pop up like security ad's from Mac A Fee
In these tin foil dreams
Everythings' fake darlin nothings what it seems
Yeah I need an escape
Find me waiting for the grays by the gates, by the gates like
In these tin foil dreams
Everythings' fake darlin nothings what it seems
From the soil to the greens
The air that we breathe
They want you to believe
Credits
Writer(s): Tyler Hoss
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