
Date of issue: 22.11.2017
Song language: English
Yolo |
This beat got me feeling lucid, feel me like masseuses |
No fake spiritual rapping bout chakras and sutras |
Let’s go to the root of the human problem |
Simple formulation: why are all people not included? |
Most are bad scientists, hypothesis unproven |
I aspire to Socrates, I gotta be this foolish |
Know thyself, I know that I know nothing at all |
So when I step to the mic there ain’t no fronting involved |
You ain’t gonna solve nothing 'til you solve yourself, bruh |
That goes way way way beyond self-love |
I’m talking integrating shadow, overcoming limitation |
Reading some philosophy, practicing thoughtful contemplation |
Or mayb I’m wrong and you should YOLO bro |
But YOLO won’t help you when Bachan gets cancr |
YOLO won’t help when grandpa in the hospital |
And drugs he’s on have got him all fired up and hostile |
YOLO won’t help when Uncle Claude almost dies surfing |
Or when mom’s car wrecks and she needs surgery |
YOLO |
Death is coming soon I can hear him creeping up on me |
I’m prepared to pay the fee, I require nothing free |
Done wasting my time with debaters talking right and wrong |
If you up I ain’t concerned cause I know the tide’ll fall |
That line was addressed to my self |
These songs are therapy, call it requisite help |
My friends hold me up, thanks for letting me belt |
I’m holding nothing back, so every effort is felt |
YOLO |