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lyrics
Pregnant adjectives cloud my mind
While similes plural where there’s time to find
I’ve got nothing to read in between the lines
I’ve got no need to waste my words…. what’s the waste worth?
Every annual birth moment…. so discontent and spent
This year was the worst one yet, and it went
Year after year meaning less and less
In the end, left alone to clean up the mess
Jean Cocteau was right about what he wrote
He said being sober is like being broke
So I say raise a glass, cheers to the highest bidder
Getting rich so fast, but you’ve never been sicker
We’ve got things on our minds - we’re educated fools
And you’d better believe we’ve got time to lose,
So YOLO… and give Drake a big driver of screw
If you’ve got something to prove c’mon let’s move!
1-2 who’s coming for you
3-4 get up off that floor
5-6 I’m gonna rock this beat until I break my drumsticks
Let’s sit and talk about these candles unlit
And the darkness taking place while on this verse I spit
Cuz it seems that we’re having a hard time finding joy
While so much of the world’s YOLOin’ away like a toy
It’s the brokenness of believing in the world’s lie
It’s got us strung out and it all flies in July
Buy more, get more, you do you
But then the bottom drops out and we’re screwed
They’re sayin’ do it yourself or someone can buy it for you
But that game’s a joke, if only it were true
Roadsides (are) full of puppeteers that pull strings
Controllin’ how we move and the way we sing
It’s time to be done and cut free of this future
Those bastards are done diluting the life that was pure
So raise ‘em high and put your bottoms up
The tables have turned - I’m in control of this stickup
1-2 who’s coming for you
3-4 get up off that floor
5-6 I’m gonna rock this beat until I break my drumsticks
The last one’s gone and I’m headed home
This is the sound my mind makes alone
See I’m no greater than Gatsby, I’m just like him
Just a man with an empty heart full of sin
Everyone loses themselves for a time
How hard they look determines what they’ll find
Behind blind eyesight, the ear always hears
Truthful silence of yester years
I write with a pen what I cannot record
My soul and heart’s song can’t bind to these chords
In my dusty and unread book of prayers
Which I’ve scribbled for my Lord in need of repair
Above all else, I want to seek His will
And I hope one day, I’ll see and be still
This boat rocks hard and this world’s not so heavenly
Get up and get down, this is our reality
1-2 who’s coming for you
3-4 get up off that floor
5-6 I’m gonna rock this beat until I break my drumsticks
credits
released December 14, 2014
Tyler Leeper, Chad Hewitt, Sam Erickson, Isaac Joslin
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