| If we’re all connected then how do I unplug
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| How do I break free from all these drugs that I love?
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| Tryna find a place in heaven next to the sun
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| And hope that I’m awake the day the end finally comes
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| If we’re all connected then how do I unplug
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| How do I break free from all these drugs that I love?
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| Tryna find a place in heaven next to the sun
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| And hope that I’m awake the day the end finally comes
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| Everybody wanna think they free
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| All the while they locked in tightly
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| Livin for the rush, quick on the clutch
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| I’ve been low and I’ve been fucked up
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| I’ve been rich and I’ve been a bum
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| Seen it all and I snorted once
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| Roll it up and smoked it in blunts
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| On the road for what seemed like months
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| When I get up in the morning gotta greet the sun and stretch out these lungs
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| Some pay a high price for they ones
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| But not me, I’m a hard headed not to puff to fly off the cuff
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| But not us, I’m tired of fighting shadows in the dusk
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| Moving on but I gots no rush
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| Guess I’m in love with the pain, what can I say?
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| And I put this on my mama
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| It’s death before dishonor
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| I’ve been living by a code, it’s been extinct to these fake prima donnas
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| We piranhas, we survivors
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| We some unemployed 9 to 5'ers
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| Tryna express the pain that’s inside us
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| Tryna touch some gold just like Midas
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| Fuck what these haters gonna say
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| They hate themselves more than they hate me
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| No more trying to save face
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| Mr. Nice Guy died with EMJ
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| And I’m still yelling where you’ve been
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| While I give em all a taste of they medicine
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| Maybe one day I’mma see my friend
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| But until then I’mma say.
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| If we’re all connected then how do I unplug
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| How do I break free from all these drugs that I love?
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| Tryna find a place in heaven next to the sun
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| And hope that I’m awake the day the end finally comes
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| If we’re all connected then how do I unplug
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| How do I break free from all these drugs that I love?
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| Tryna find a place in heaven next to the sun
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| And hope that I’m awake the day the end finally comes
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| How do I unplug from the people I’ve been connected to for the longest?
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| Niggas that I’ve been rocking with from the beginning of time
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| Knowin damn well they ain’t the strongest
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| I ain’t perfect, far from Jesus
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| But I’m tryna change my global ovation
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| Things playin over and over and over
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| Inside of my head but I can’t change the station, Nathan damn
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| Maybe this blunt will help
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| A little kush but I ain’t smoked in about ten years
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| Used to move with a multitude of men
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| But now I’m down to about 10 peers
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| All my tears gone with beers
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| I ain’t equipped to deal with the way it really feels
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| I’m plugged in to the outer-net
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| What I’m really popping up is in the really really real no
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| Some do coke to try to escape
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| Some drink away the pain and rush to get baked
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| Shit, I gotta resist that
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| Gotta figure out what I’m really pissed at
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| My uncle told me the way the long life is to live yo life stress free
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| So I turn the other cheek and pretend like everything is everything but this
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| shit still stress me
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| What am I to do? |
| How am I to beat that?
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| It’s like I live where the lies and the cheats at
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| And the good guys seem to finish last
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| And I haven’t figured out how I’m gonna defeat that
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| I’m just gonna do me regardless
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| Living the best life’s always the hardest
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| Tryin to chase after tomorrows
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| And disconnect and connect with our father
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| If we’re all connected then how do I unplug
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| How do I break free from all these drugs that I love?
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| Tryna find a place in heaven next to the sun
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| And hope that I’m awake the day the end finally comes
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| If we’re all connected then how do I unplug
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| How do I break free from all these drugs that I love?
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| Tryna find a place in heaven next to the sun
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| And hope that I’m awake the day the end finally comes
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| Is it me you grieve? |
| Or just the reason’s key?
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| You can be free to flee but please just do it vis-à-vis
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| Unplugged from negatives like it’s the only option, kid
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| But just grow up and speak this shit
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| Don’t do me like Robert did
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| Trike try for fowl
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| But above the other ruckus
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| He wasn’t even man enough to be a motherfucker
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| Digital deviant, the predatory pedophile
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| Who’s metamorphis set a pile of shit up under my bed of files
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| You’ve met him out
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| Getting drunk and smothering women, chedda-style
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| Poking up under the devil’s isles
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| You’re joking, brother would never foul, psych!
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| Wrong, terminate the fact you even give a damn
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| Punch him dead in his Facebook, I’m down by where my limits land
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| Wait, cause here’s the fuckin' kicker man
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| See I got mental pics for life so why’d I even block your Instagram?
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| I’m killin' links to blink and thin the fam
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| They just connect us to direct us so I’ll never fully skip your RAM!
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| If we’re all connected then how do I unplug
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| How do I break free from all these drugs that I love?
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| Tryna find a place in heaven next to the sun
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| And hope that I’m awake the day the end finally comes
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| If we’re all connected then how do I unplug
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| How do I break free from all these drugs that I love?
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| Tryna find a place in heaven next to the sun
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| And hope that I’m awake the day the end finally comes |