Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Khary Durgans
Khary Durgans
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Khary Durgans
Khary Durgans
Songwriter
Austin Sardoni
Austin Sardoni
Songwriter
Michael Irish
Michael Irish
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Austin Marc
Austin Marc
Producer
Mike Irish
Mike Irish
Producer

Lyrics

Back on planet earth I think we've all been conditioned Too many oxy prescriptions I do not trust politicians Back on planet earth Kids doing drills for a shooter Kids should worried bout a tutor I'm spending too much money these ubers Black on planet earth I gotta watch for the police I gotta watch for my homies I don't think anyone knows me Back on planet earth I cannot help being honest Feels like the end is upon us I gotta call back my momma Back on planet earth Feeling like god damn a verse Digging deep is a can of worms Used to reach with a hand to burn Now really can't handle germs Spaced out like Captain Kirk Wish my momma didn't have to work Saved up for a couple months went back To the store but didn't they have the shirt That's a metaphor for life Shit ain't going right I got more to fight Swing my sword at night I record the swipes You enjoy my plight We all got perception addictions I bought 350 followers flexing like I was some big shit Niggas sell God to they followers Keep all the profits and they swear they some christians Ask yourself, are you getting ahead Or just getting some head, define faithful Everybody's depressed self prescribing their meds I'm no angel Back on planet earth I think we've all been conditioned Too many oxy prescriptions I do not trust politicians Back on planet earth Kids doing drills for a shooter Kids should worried bout a tutor I'm spending too much money these ubers Black on planet earth I gotta watch for the police I gotta watch for my homies I don't think anyone knows me Back on planet earth I cannot help being honest Feels like the end is upon us I gotta call back my momma Back on planet earth Back on planet earth Back on earth people too mad on the internet That makes me question yo intelect Does your every thought need attention, yes I understand that you took a breath Took a shit, took a fucking litmus test Saw a new movie wasn't too impressed Would do anything for the bluest check In the end what's the purpose you serving Do you want to be upset or solve the problems you point out? You shooting out words, writing bulbs, how absurd Until you are the one with the gun out Hope they don't dig up my old tweets What happened to having an old me Would you happen to have a place You can go quietly fuck yourself acting so holy Ask yourself, are you getting ahead Or just getting some head, define faithful Everybody's depressed self prescribing their meds Back on planet earth I think we've all been conditioned Too many oxy prescriptions I do not trust politicians Back on planet earth Kids doing drills for a shooter Kids should worried bout a tutor I'm spending too much money these ubers Black on planet earth I gotta watch for the police I gotta watch for my homies I don't think anyone knows me Back on planet earth I cannot help being honest Feels like the end is upon us I gotta call back my momma
Writer(s): Austin Sardoni, Unknown Unknown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out