Lyrics Anti-Matter - Abhi The Nomad, David Krause

Anti-Matter

Come on
Spawn of the generation
Bluetooth, netflix and a playstation
In the couch locked status they be rippin that kush
I’m getting high on my own supply don’t push it
You’ll understand later man that shit is a science
That y’all be labrats and study the pattern it’s fine
Truth of the matter is i know you feelin great in your sweats
You deserve to make more than your rent and your check
Your head’s bent
You’re bedridden up in the bed in a desperate attempt
To feel like you’re important
Yeah, come on
Tell me why the fuck you matter
Uh, please enlighten me
Oof
Uh, please enlighten me
Come on, tell me why the fuck you matter
Uh, please enlighten me
Uh, please enlighten me
Come on, tell me why the fuck you matter
Uh, please enlighten me
Spawn of the selfie era
Brainwashed with a buddha then they keepin that lit
This shit right here, hittin that hard but that fake ambition might infiinite
miss
And they all get blasted
So who gone glue yo ass to ya mama’s couch?
Paraplegics, paranoid mind stuck
Spittin' conspiracy theories out
Ain’t nobody gone be watching yo ass
You could save water, you could keep washing yo ass
The illuminati don’t give two little shits about you
War goin' on what it do
Triangles, they don’t mean shit 'less yo girl ride back and forth on your best
friend’s dick
(thats a love triangle)
And if she do, tell me why the fuck that matter
Yeah yeah, please enlighten me
Come on, tell me why the fuck that matter
Uh, please enlighten me