VERSE ONE
just another twenty four sitting on a spinning ball
somewhere in infinity until i hit a wall. ow
way too many thoughts, what i got the henny for. 
really don't drink much anymore but i'm when i'm bored

or insecure i’m headed for the liquor store to get a cure
let it pour, get a 40 and forget it all
every thought, Rick and Morty forever more. 
never fall off, never lose, never check the score

clever dork, should've got a medal for the metaphor 
the best you never saw in any record store
they'll probably find me when i'm dead like the stegosaurus 
but I been dead before i was ever born. so

what's the point of it all, if there was even one
i really don't believe in none of that ‘one day we become 
the stars’ kinda shit. man i been too busy being young.
i been a cunt all of my life i never claimed to be a nun. 

i got no time to the bumb, when i’m done i bet i come 
back as one. and i bet. nobody will leave me one 
crumb in the next life. trynna get my head right
before i turn a fiancé into an x-wife. 

gotta squeeze her cheeks when she’s reaching for the bed light. 
a little bit of head before i rest my head, nice.
that’s what i like, why i gotta lie? what am i
but another guy, i ain’t gotta try philosophise shit.

i just wanna write, i don’t wanna fight about what is right. 
i ain’t got all night. gotta flight in the morn. 
i’m bored. yaaawn. anybody got a light?
everybody got a right to say what they like, i know 

so i’d like to say ‘i hope that you drop and die’
maybe then you’ll be happy that you got a life. 
give a FOCk if you gotta lotta likes. what is life 
when you’re not alive. why does every line gotta rhyme?

fuck this. how many drunk trust fund kids
does that it take before mature discussions
become some ruckus with mumbling fuckwits. 
can we all just agree to disagree it just is what it is 

VERSE TWO
Just another day as they say same state of mind 
if I'm scraping by or getting paid 
ain't chasing my dreams no more, just letting fate do his work 
cause fuck all ever happens for the few who deserve to be heard 

still the world turns fuck the early bird and his worm
hope the seas eat the earth and first world 
drowns in the money never shared case they never cared 
cleared from the land that was never theirs

better get prepared or your death better yet better get a beer
chill why you thinking bout that shit I thought you never scared 
well I was lying can't deny the fear inside of me
driving me so I don't have to think about what might of been

I might as well find a pen and write again 
but why is the horizon always moving no matter how hard I try and get a little closer
Just another thing I'll never know 
until I make there or I'm comatose overdosed 

but who really cares sit at home blowing Os in the air 
watch them disappear guess that's how it goes 
no ones there in the end don't pretend that you didn't know 
focus on the present it's the one think that will never go

Henn & coke when I'm low I don't like to sip it straight 
till I'm typsy then I'm sniffing blow off of dinner plates
used to only think bout getting laid when it's getting late
now getting straight haven't slept in seven days

okay that's exaggerated but you get what I'm saying
trying to get my head on straight and pen upon the page 
before I loose em both to the black hole that is calling me
over being broke man I can't even afford to feed a beggar

but its whatever don't really give a shit
I don't know why I'm here man I don't why I exist
and I don't know why i thought about it since I was a kid
but I don't want to analyse no more it just is what is what is


What It Is

From the derelict coffee shop waste land of Smith Street, Melbourne come two dyslexic track pant enthusiasts with nothing else going for them but a talent to make pointless words rhyme in succession and a knack for petty theft.

What It Is

Average Rap Band