33 Tens - Intellectual

[Intro]

This screen

Telling me things

I really don't need to know

Let's get some thirty-three tens

And put a fucking end to all this pretend shit

[Hook 1]

Gotta get busy with it

[Chorus]

This screen telling me things

I really don't need to know

Let's get some thirty-three tens

And put a fucking end to all this pretend shit

[Hook 2]

Sitting in a house not feeling it

Watching the illusions kicking it

I cannot help but believe in it

Making me blind

Sitting in a house not feeling it

Watching the illusions kicking it

I cannot help but believe in it

Wasting my time

[Chorus]

This screen telling me things

I really don't need to know

Let's get some thirty-three tens

And put a fucking end to all this pretend shit

[Verse 1]

Cycle through my high bits

Stab into my low shit

Patterns repeating and I feel like out of focus

Head in the future where my feelings never noticed

It is better in your head until you no...

Living an illusion see

I can see through it from a hundred miles away

You can be honest with me

This is all I know and this is how you'd rather be

[Verse 2]

Personal matters are relevant, relevant

Less they seem so inelegant, elegant

Here we go now we're revolving, 'volving

All the fake problems I'm solving, solving

[Hook 2]

Sitting in a house not feeling it (Gotta get busy with it)

Watching the illusions kicking it (Gotta get busy with it)

I cannot help but believe in it (Gotta get busy with it)

Wasting my time (Gotta get busy with it)

Sitting in a house not feeling it

Watching the illusions kicking it

I cannot help but believe in it

Making me blind

Sitting in a house not feeling it

Watching the illusions kicking it

I cannot help but believe in it

Wasting my time

Sitting in a house not feeling it

Watching the illusions kicking it

I cannot help but believe in it

Making me blind

[Chorus]

This screen telling me things

I really don't need to know

Let's get some thirty-three tens

And put a fucking end to all this pretend shit

[Verse 3]

Is it really like this?

Can't seem to reconcile or everybody likes it

Attention span shorter than Napoleon's height is

This shit don't interest me in the slightest

Doing it the honest way

Can you keep off it for a single day?

I bet you can't own our way

It's become the only game that you know how to play

Play, to play, to play yea

[Chorus]

This screen

Telling me things

I really don't need to know

Let's get some thirty-three tens

And put a fucking end to all this pretend shit

Sometimes, all for this trick

Thinking I'm in control

Your mind telling you a lie

Waiting for a reply will never get out of it