Blips (feat. Goldenrod)

Fuck Fuck What's the meaning of existence If we're all just blips Still I'm dreaming of resistance Sinking all their ships Got me gripping on and Snipping all their IV drips Solar soldier zipping 'em into a full eclipse I was made from these grains Check the grade of these planes Angle of repose keep running Off the rail like these trains Put my Poppa's a conductor Said since i was just a youngsta Potential for energy kinetic Pumping through my veins Why can't I see it, he believes it I leave, compete, complete, retrieve it Can't keep from stuffing stacks up my sleeve shit They cashed in, rigged and taxed this monopoly quest My game piece wobbly but an anomaly Blessed at smashing all the locks on the community chest I'd rather sit in jail, ditch the doubles rolled for bail No collection of that stimulus is mailed Mutiny best So I relay the screen play with this Fleming remix Greedy gold fingers stem needing a seed fix My camaraderie like Connery check speed of reflex So my small squad will mob these odd jobs To chop caps with top hats, don't even need sex Until I'm dirty giving double O's till 7:30 But still ripping heads offa the rich just like a fuckin T rex Uhh raaa huh What difference does it make Just another dish to put away What difference does it make I was gonna die sometime anyway What difference does it make What difference does it What difference does it What difference does it What difference does it So what's it matter Sooner, latter, smaller, fatter Served dog food bowls on a silver platter Just a cog dude scrolling through the whisper chatter Born to blow apart the minds but there ain't no splatter Just empty skulls numbed by the dumb tongues Till they're plenty dull I'm bummed by glum hum of our mental lull Build a tribute to our fullest, monumental Or retreat to the stars from whence we came Defense been slain, and hence we blame Our subjective analysis on just one frame Distrust ingrained See, it's not our faults Born into this mess It's a gun-flower waltz Gonna perform under stress Still resist the assault Shit, I'll perform in a dress May fix flow to basalt Whole lotta lava express Choo Choo Keep on wearing blue bibs of an engineer Till the engine's clear One train you don't cross Every inch severe Stuck in between the ties And you'll disappear Runaway smacked The dam cracked, blast Spread like anthrax on Amtracks A new frontier Back in elementary What feels like a century Seems devoid of value but Each entry complimentary Smart ass, planned hesitant Sprayed cool Swiss misty Fools ran 4 class president Grade school Chris Christie Don't get it twisty Like 66 sick teas All my ditties witty Pretty nifty with this shit see Seek good deeds spread Gritty for the city Head of the itty bitty diabete kitty committee Despite my feats Still just couldn't reach Bleach blonde Ashley Tried to play the nice guy But she still walked past me Mr musta muttered man I ain't no Dick Astley But never gonna give you up Till they Baja blast me My Fitbit holla, taco time Yet try to be an athlete But Ashley's with Chad now sitting in a tree Just a bunch a bullshit far as the eye can see I don't wanna talk about it anymore ok We're scraped up What difference does it We're empty What difference does it We're losing What difference does it So empty What difference does it We're feeling What difference does it Our reality What difference does it Fucked up mentally What difference does it What we really need What difference does it Some mass group therapy Elevating industry for far too long Need to update social etiquette Trade beers for bongs Trade mirrors for gongs Trade tears for songs Stagnation is damnation Fight in fear prolongs The eventual demise slowing siren song Till you're too deep Now you sleep Even lion strong So find yourself a conscious stream To float along Just some ions in Zion Where you belong