[Verse 1]

Sleeping until eleven I'm probably wasting my day

Hoping to go to heaven but never chasing our faith

Because we're all pathetic and apathetic its great

Earthly pleasantries, my endeavors are trees and pay

Worldly treachery, but for me to fix it is waste

My generation read a book the prefix to it is face

The only page I see is all these webpages

I live in this world, but fuck it let them stage it

[Hook]

Bittersweet world for anyone around twenty

Apathy plus convenience just hope that I come to money

Entertainment is necessity, before the food in my tummy

If I don't make it don't mess with me, I hope you remember me

[Verse 2]

Members of my time can understand

Technology took our knowledge, so we wonder man

It also took our comprehension and attention spans

So we're all like "don't mention it, fuck your lesson plans"

And life's a bitch I know

But here's the choice we have we can sit or grow

The people beside me, have chose sit

Which is probably the reason that we, don't know shit

Which is probably the reason that me, I noticed

Well know this and note it it's no shit this rap music

And when I'm in the booth the youth is what that muse is

Now that's cold, that's why I had to do this

I'm trying to inspired my inspiration: my generation

In dire need of your patience

The irony that is taking place

Look at the place we're taking

This world isn't so great

Like we're supposed to make it

I promise to Jesus I'll work harder for you

Before we tarnish in pieces, you know what's hard to do?

Just being a human being now

Cover ups we are barely seeing now

So cover up and get ready to adjust with

This world as we fight for our justice

[Hook]

It's a bittersweet world for anyone around twenty

Apathy plus convenience just hope that I come to money

Entertainment is necessity, before the food in my tummy

If I don't make it don't mess with me, I hope you remember me

[Beat Change Commences]

[Verse 3]

Human ethology

Social structures stifle the equality

Its all a business, personality monopoly

Marketed ways to act and topics of conversation

Stuck in the lower middle in social stratification

Fuck your false achievements, with boasting your in love

Undermine your own kind to feel socially above

Perpetuate the problems, run from hope that you find

As if only a knife to your head could open your mind

Opinions superimposed with, massive media hypnosis

My ideas supernova in my minds cosmoses

I could never stop growing poet tree

Gotta stick to my roots so I can branch out, hopefully

I can stray away from popular formality

Pop and pour the malibu, cheers to individuality

Laugh at systematics, music by the people for the people

No matter what I do and where I go you're my equal