ooh
they say you thinkin too literal, the raps be despicable
the physical barrier i constructed was a typical
my stature, wear the crown, i be the king of 
hypocritcals
but what happened to manners, why is everything political?
we cynical and playing with fire, reject unholy desires, while i been high i can't remember anything i admired
so tap the wire, spark the blunt, whatever get you inspired
before we hide behind the mask, like future or mike myers
take a flyer throw your hat in the ring, the chain blingin
walking tired to the edge of the brink, my plane sinkin
into no man's land, hittin notes like great 
singin', even at the bottom i stand tall like abe lincoln

[call and response]
what is this song even about?
whaat? why would i know?

[verse 2]
bitch this aint no ratatouille 
cookin up 
no chop suey 
sushi and weed for breakfast, what the fuck am i doing
i'm stewing, the pot hot, but the coffee is not brewin
i said soon you gon see me in LA like a Bruin
im not ruined quite yet, but im struggling through it
but in the meantime, i plead baby please stop doing, 
the things that are not moving, the needle, the clock choosing to shave off some seconds, so we explorin solutions 
the pollution of our minds, all a part the design
another level in the game, or a prison of mind
but all these aimless pursuins, might predict the decline
of our society, soon you and me, gon get left behind 
is that fine?
so what's the point?
is it money is it power is it love is it jesus is it weeeeed?
so smoke a joint!
and lean into to the part where none of this belongs to me
set you freeeee
from the confines, and the prisons of your mind
you sail across the seaaa
so take a long deep breath and let it be

so does the story really end or is this the next chapter
i don't wanna play pretend, or believe they'll hang my jersey in the rafters
what im after isn't money, status, climbing up the latter 
i just wanna live my life free of chatter

so who do you love? you send grace to a god up above?
are you above other people at work, who do you hug?
when you go home, alone, with your face in the mud
is there a chance that you could give it all up?
so what's the point?
is it money is it power is it love is it jesus is it weeeeed?
so smoke a joint!
and lean into to the part where none of this belongs to me
set you freeeee
from the confines, and the prisons of your mind
you sail across the seaaa
so take a long deep breath and let it be

what is this song even about

alternative hip hop, neo soul, funk, and house

what is this song even about

chunck