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bēkon - get with the times lyrics

it could be a sign
two-tone truths make black and white so hard to find
why’d she have to change her mind?
ooh, she wants to get away
one-way ticket to a holiday
to get with the times

tell me what am i doing here?
when i go to my homeboy crib
why i always feel blue in here?
why i always feel ruined here?
why i feel like, every time i’m proud of something i did, i can’t tell you in here?
yeah, buddy, i can tell you in fear
being inferior
you’d rather walk to the store than get in my car
you jealous of the interior
i wish we all had one
i’m bein’ so sincer-ior
why is it you think i work hard?
i get up, we get up
prayers up, jesus up
raise us up, we need ya
these are just some things i think about often
some stand in line for supreme, but
some stand in line ‘cuz they starving for food
can’t get no medicine and they can’t stop the coughin’
you think you down on your luck when it’s hard for you to find parking
i’m guilty just as much
i can’t say sh-t to make a fuss
i always want the new sh-t and money like i’m on angel dust
thankfully, all the angels was watching me
this sh-t dangerous
wrestlin’ with demons in red, white and blue like kurt angle
‘cuz this country always target me subtly
make me wonder, “what am i doing here?
none of y’all love me.”
but your children, they love my culture
my kicks, and my rugbies
but the parents get afraid when they see images of me

america says, “save your money”
mama, i wanna buy nike
grandma said, “find a family
try and get you a wifey”
but i wanna drive porsche
and my wrist to be icy

it could be a sign
that we’re fading away
welcome to the place where nothing’s for ya, ooh
such a pretty face
had to go to waste
so you could have it all
now there’s nothing left at all

take me away
to a place that makes me feel like california, ooh
just a little taste
takes the pain away
so we could live a lie
before it takes our life
so get with the times, ooh, ooh, aah, ha

grab your pistol and get in the ride
i ain’t messin’ with you, you ain’t pickin’ a side
need a new liver, no liquor in mine
i know i’m drunk off of sipping my pride
(why can’t we let it go?)
(do we need to show? i guess [?])
this life, when skulls crack, it lead to gray matter
(standing up to me)
my mind, bulletproof gl-ss, boy, can’t shatter my soul
(get with the times)
sworn to a code, but it ain’t data
my body made me leave my soulmate if that thing fatter
a voice told me

it could be a sign
two-tone truths make black and white so hard to find
why’d she have to change her mind?
ooh, she wants to get away
one-way ticket to a holiday
to get with the times

yeah, we’re fading away
welcome to the place where nothing’s for ya, ooh
such a pretty face
had to go to waste
so you could have it all
now there’s nothing left at all

take me away
to a place that makes me feel like california, ooh
just a little taste
takes the pain away
so we could live a lie
before it takes our life
so get with the times, ooh, ooh, aah, ha

[guitar solo]

- bekon lyrics

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