Van Gogh

Walk In Circles

BEFORE THEY KNOW

[Hook/Intro - Steady Build Up]

All the world's a stage—
Whole crew acting up—
There's no MC,
Everybody fighting for the mic
Finally grab the mic—
The mic cuts.

[Stop the Music]

"Check. Check" [barely heard, no mic]

"Damn. Yo can someone check the power?"

"Hello?"

[Mic clicks back on, now voice amplifies]

"Hello?"
"Now we talking."

[Click sound of lights turning on]

[Robot Voice]
"Proceed."

"Hold up, hold on,
Stage light too bright,
Who's out there in the audience?"

[Robot Voice]
"Proceed."

"Wait, wait, who's listening?
What we doing here?"

[Robot Voice - Loud, Ominously]
"Proceed. Now. Last Chance."

[Music slowly returns]

"Ummm… ok… maybe you can tell me
What the fuck is wrong with y'all?
Y'all got sick tastes—
Your empire's begun to fall,
Shows over, curtain call."

[Robot Voice - Loud, Ominously]
"The Show goes on!"

[Verse 1]

Ok I get it—
Performance pays,
Play the part.
This ain't a funeral—
I thought it was…
Call me dramatic,
But we treating people like
They consumable, worthless dust.
Watch dreams die every day,
Still expect the best of us.
Care less about who you are,
Sorting through humans like they pay dirt—
Still ain't find the treasure,
It won't betray the earth.
Just leaving empty vessels,
Self-esteem displayed,
Make up for what's inside
With what you got on your wrist today.
We know you by your brand,
How much you spend—
Just a number,
Never a name.

[Hook]

All the world's a stage—
Whole crew acting up—
There's no MC,
Everybody fighting for the mic
Finally grab the mic—
Y'all listen up.

[Verse 2]

Here's a story about what you grew
When you abandoned the seeds for the greed in you,
Treated wealth like it grew on trees
And would forever feed the need in you.
And now we all starving.
Parking lot looking like they let the zoo loose,
Let the animals stretch their legs—
Metal beasts purring, prowling,
Burning fuel like it's blood they use,
Hunting for an open space.
New nature, unnatural to our nature,
No difference between predator and prey.
We all hunting each other—
Who gon' be at THE TOP of the
Top of the food chain?
Only direction left
When you've already won the game.
What's the game? Who's playing?
Only way to lose it is to keep playing—
More like a game of checkers
Against Cthulhu.

[Verse 3]

Call it fickle, call it fake,
Call it fantasy,
Escape from unbroken eternity—
Living like we God's nightmare,
Disturbed sleep, hallucination,
Reality and void blending,
Glitches in space.
Stampedes stomping through the halls,
We all in cages,
You just got more mobility with your chains—
Only let you wander
To make sure you pay to stay enslaved.
Broke and always spending
So you got nothing in the bank,
Always need to work til your dying day.

[Hook]

All the world's a stage—
Whole crew acting up—
Ain't that the point
Of a performance?
Everybody fighting for the mic
Finally grab the mic—
Last verse, then I'm done.

[Verse 4]

If they always on the clock,
Don't have time to be consumers too—
Work seventy percent the time,
Give thirty percent back
To buy a fraction of what we stole from you.
Gotta do your part, nobody's equal here,
Might get a chance to be the judge,
Maybe jury,
Maybe sitting trial next year—
Don't matter, same cage.
Can't tell who's the animal
And who's the one that's been tamed,
Who's on which side of the glass—
It all looks like a simulated habitat,
Spectator or spectacle, it don't matter.
Break the glass, watch the mirror shatter.

[Sound of shattering glass, mic drop, music cuts]

Cage

He's God Retro

Girlfriend (Prod. Wynter X Wavegod)

(prod. @okthxbb)
here's a nice little song for ya.
Instagram: dvindemi
Snapchat: devo_150

Next Season

happy birthday to me <3 

follow me on instagram @ dvindemi
and add me on snapchat @ devo_150

Vlone Thugger

DeVinci

Recent comments

WtfMinty

Related tracks