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Anxiety epidemic
Big tech dopamine dispensing
They hate all of us in the Senate
Tryna distract from what's pressing
Vote for us in elections or democracy will be ended
All the while they stacking benjamins, preventing us from progressing
Go to college, start a family, do your daily commute
Doing the same shit for decades, you got some cash and a roof
Just a cog in the machine, but that's something I can't do
I wanna breathe after my body decayed, and this music's the proof

Backroad blunts and the vape
I know it'll put me in the grave
I don't think nothing will change though
Cuz all the food is tainted
I don't think I'll ever make it
But if I do, it's fate
I don't give a fuck cuz I love the process
Not the prospect of getting paid
My town less than fifteenk
But the raps always motherfucking four k
People tryna be something they ain't
I say what I mean and I mean what I say
No ghost in my shell, I'm empty
Smoking Ray Allen blunts, like twenty
Everybody wanna rock Fendi
None of that will matter when your life is ending



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Brouwer
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