Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Don't See It, artist - Propaganda. Album song Crimson Cord, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.01.2016
Record label: Humble Beast
Song language: English
I Don't See It |
It took us so long to get here |
But here really ain’t that special, was it all worth it? |
Was it all you hoped for and wished for? |
And I remember the daydreams of a pre-teen boy on Grandmama’s porch |
Motley crew of ashy knee colored boys yelling «That's my car!» |
when the nice |
ones rolled by |
Bathing in that summer afternoon sunset |
Heads flat on the concrete, eyes straight into the sky |
As to drown out the smog and drug transactions we were obviously surrounded by |
One day, I’mma make it, but what is «it»? |
Objects? |
Things? |
And it’s all to realize that «calm», it really ain’t that calm |
And the struggle is much more enjoyable when the end ain’t clutched |
Like the moment you realize you’re consumed with first-world problems |
I guess that means you made it |
But it’s eerie how uncomfortable it is when we get too comfortable |
When they closin' all the curtains to convince you that it’s night time |
Don’t believe 'em, don’t believe 'em |
And when they tell you it’s a must-have and you can’t live without it |
Listen you don’t need it, you don’t need it |
And when they tell you sweet this and only this is beautiful |
Tell 'em I don’t see it, I don’t see it |
Don’t believe 'em, you don’t need it, I don’t see it |
I don’t see it |
It’s kinda like that notion that if you accept these set of notions |
Then your soul’s premium’s secure, right? |
And you’re searching for new mountains to climb as if you conquered the first |
one |
You ain’t done, you just comfy! |
And it seems like your soul’s tenacity been done moved to the suburbs |
And them neatly aligned trees and perfectly manicured lawns |
And them safe schools and parks is a good place to raise a beer belly, right? |
And them identical strip malls on every corner of your mind can feel a little |
claustrophobic, right? |
And it’s there, you realize that there is no «there» |
Cause this type of perfect, boy it just ain’t worth it |
Don’t you dare close them curtains, it ain’t night time |
And you don’t need another object |
And that right there is not beauty |
Homie, it’s eerie how uncomfortable it is when we get too comfortable |
When they closin' all the curtains to convince you that it’s night time |
Don’t believe 'em, don’t believe 'em |
And when they tell you it’s a must-have and you can’t live without it |
Listen you don’t need it, you don’t need it |
And when they tell you sweet this and only this is beautiful |
Tell 'em I don’t see it, I don’t see it |
Don’t believe 'em, you don’t need it, I don’t see it |
I don’t see it |