Lyrics Crumbs - ATMOSPHERE, Evidence, Muja Messiah

Crumbs

I used to follow you before social media
Late night through the park, walking home from the bar
You can argue that the world got a little bit creepier
It’s hard to compare it when you consider how aware we now are
Let’s pay these billionaires a visit
Split up their worth and spread it out to the women
And the children first, share the peanut butter
Take the people the power to take better car of each other
I wish I was a writer, I shoulda been a cook
Apprciate the looks but food and books
Been a hustle every year for the prior millennium
We’re tryna hit it higher than the lights on a stadium
That’s just a simple example of how basic I am
I’m not the one that’s got your bubble gum
But I got a couple opposable thumbs
And this obsessive compulsion to sweep up these crumbs
I make beats every day, I get at least two in
I smoke weed in every language, speak fluent
Find love in it, respect my absence, I be truant
Madison square up, beat you in (let's go)
Only my doc can see through 'em (x-ray) I been working in the basement
Rolling up the Serb to gather word a combinations
There’s no trouble that I’m facing so fuck the treble
All the base in, alive a spaceship from off the station
Without weed there’s no subtlety to my patience
Overanxious, same old songs, same story, same roach clip, same old bong
I take a pull and think, «Damn, how you remain so long?»
I been living on a view, I try to take it all in
Living on a prayer too in my city of sin
I align with those finish, I’m what I’m looking to accomplish
Knocking out the classics, and killing all the constants (one, two)
I don’t bother nobody, I just come and go quietly
Might show up at a party that no one invited me
Used to flow for notoriety my now the dough inspires me
Broken economy, sold my soul to propriety
Focusing on sobriety, lost hopes to society
When them white folks at that Ivy League straight poison ivy
They said I was unapproachable, I told 'em, «Don't lie to me»
How you 'posed to socialize with me with social anxiety?
That’s a personal burden, you gotta master them urges
I can’t fathom what it feels like to not have the courage
To see a person in person, without acting nervous
I’m not your animal service and I’m not Hannibal Buress
I’m a man with a purpose, with a handful of percys
On demand for the purchase for when the panicking worsens
For a buck or two I could make you feel wonderful
But it’s not my job to make white people feel comfortable, bro