Lyrics Suck City Tour Guides - Invisible Inc.

Suck City Tour Guides

[Part 1: Watsky &
Adam Vida
You’re now a resident of Suck City
It’s evident we’re fucked
At least we look pretty
Our president would sell our future for a buck fifty
But he’s super busy making supervillains look shitty
If that gets you pissed at me, it’s not a mystery
Never in history did people disagree to this degree
Time to take a stand, if you got legs and if you’re able
If you got a hand lay it on the table (so today)
We brought some new talent
That’s fresher than fruit salad,
ready, steady and even without ever needed
New balances
two feet on the pedal, speeding through challenges, to work it til it’s perfect
Your fingers need a few calluses (to handle this) take that was created like a
candle is, flame on wax
Stating the facts, with no analyst
The free-form form from four freaks fuck the panelists pacifying the masses
We suggest you find the ass to kiss
Hop into the back of our self-driving limo
Smoke the complimentary indo, meet the willing nymphos
Wink (wink) at all the happy people out the windows
Don’t (don't) don’t feel (don't Feel)
Don’t feel
No (no) need to think
They think though
Provided free syringes you can mainline all your info
It’s so nice to make it
In-In-Introduck (duck)-Goose-Introduct (duct)-Introduction, we’re your tour
guides
Wel- (wel) Welcome to the shit show
(Even) Even though (though) we (we) don’t know shit bro--
[Part 2: Watsky &
Adam Vida
Man, we don’t know shit
We fooled around, thinking we’d be cool for now
Turns out things got crucial while we was in our shells, King Koopa style
Eyes veiled like a unibrow, but we reemerged, free as birds
Like: Who allowed these dudes to talk these views about how humans could?
Be doing good but it feel like humans threw the towel in
Young-ins grow up too quick and adjust to a system juvenilers
As juvenile, so DMX they loot the sound and alley-oop that track assist
So blasphemous we root the town and uproot the ground
While the roots are drowning
Burnt below oil soaked where the coals were stoked
So we sowed these royal oats and hoped
They’d be sure to grow
On fertile soil
But it hurts to know
The top of the pinnacle the bigger the fall
Lookin' at the bottom and I get a bit a vertigo
So avert your eyes
And earn that dough
Gotta have a way to pass the time, not everybody is a mastermind
Even if you’re last in line, pull out your phone and keep it asinine
Facts are in short supply, don’t get trapped in a lie
That’s why we grab onto happiness
(You've) gotta laugh or you’re sure to cry