Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gimson
Gimson
Performer
Pound to the Credit
Pound to the Credit
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gimson
Gimson
Songwriter
Lomax
Lomax
Songwriter
Josh Fredberg
Josh Fredberg
Songwriter

Lyrics

Look One, two Ahhh The not knowing of god will bring you closer to god Said someone on a podcast I listened to How odd and skewed is that vision you have on said subjects That subletted knowledge you paid through the nose for What did you hope for? We're stuck in a dope war with an institution that wants you compliant They don't really want you close to god just the dogma A who gotcha moment isolated on the sofa Divided watching Oprah with a tub of plant based ice cream Unsustainable palm readings and nervous wrecks Have you heard what's next? We're all Hollywood prepped so it's not unexpected Just watch who's elected in times of fear Now the end is here there's no audience for the credits Who made the edits? We should start a subreddit to help spread the news Give the leaders psychedelics it'll benefit you Don't forget to rate your trip on trip-advisor And sale your expertise on Fiverr To those who are none the wiser (thick twat) Here we go again snake oil gets a rebrand We only sale what's on demand and what's demanded is purpose A self worth that's worthless through some reverse self help quackery Fictional flattery to recharge the batteries Disney duck tales setting the stage with a heartbroken orphan Waltzing around our self entitled importance Emotions and endorphins Triggered in accordance with today's propaganda Memes made on Canva circulate a chamber Away in a manger no crib for a bed just some crypts for the dead And unread scriptures of shit head emojis And incorrectly deciphered acronyms There's nothing ancient about what you are practicing More false idols and the lies that we ask of them Whilst basking in a mug shot in pretended paradises Parasite recitals through the platforms of your choosing Well done you're still losing What the fuck is life? What the fuck is this? Who the fuck are you? Can we make some sense of this? What the fuck is life? What the fuck is this? Who the fuck am I? How many fucks should I give? What the fuck is life? What the fuck is life? What the fuck is life? What the fuck is life? What the fuck is life? What the fuck is life? What the fuck is life? What the fuck is life? Yo I'm not sure they got the message I'm trying to count my blessings Study the fluorescence of the common insurrection It ain't a resurrection steal a rolly for my breakfast And write until I'm left leaving nothing ambidextrous Cancel out the phase when I'm working with the textures Set the bars parallel some people are expectant Spreading at accelerant slowly if it's relevant Stooping in my element avoiding most the medicine Hear that I'm a veteran long, lost, unknown but malevolent Forever venomous with dissertations worth of evidence I'm sorry for the forest worth of trees I may have desecrated In a no go zone created never celebrated Needs must I breathe disgust in until they discuss this Misaligned minor still needs readjusting Psychological profilers getting flustered At the prospect of delving in my brain like a dustbin What the fuck is life? What the fuck is this? Who the fuck are you? Can we make some sense of this? What the fuck is life? What the fuck is this? Who the fuck am I? How many fucks should I give? What the fuck is life? What the fuck is life? What the fuck is life? What the fuck is life? What the fuck is life? What the fuck is life? What the fuck is life? What the fuck is life? Can we make some sense of this? Can we make some sense of this? Can we make some sense of this?
Writer(s): Josh Fredberg, Mike Lomax, Samuel Blake Gimson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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