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futurology - best of all seasons lyrics

[verse 1]
never meant to play a [?], [?]
never claimed to be an artist, just a [?]
[?] made myself a target, never made up with the band
too uptight to take advice until they ‘bout to make a stand
got a few things on my chest, a couple more on my shoulders
man, i’ve forgotten half the sh+t they said i’d learn when i’m older
would i be bolder if i could find the strength in myself?
the type that comes from what i am, not just the hand i was dealt
[?] and be a rebel without applause
sweat ‘cause metaphors and hold my head up for a cause
so it’s back to basic [?] and [?]
best believe i’m building bridges, breaking borders, taking stock
if i forget to spit a waste and [?]
a brain’s a sh+tty thing to waste but not as bad as a clock
i’m not a lover or a fighter, never thought myself a writer
more the type to strike a light and shine it back to where it’s brighter

[verse 2]
these towers stand strong, long after the stories have faded and those who made it have vacated the faded payments
chasing a sense of urgency imprinted in genetics
my hands are trembling and frenetic as i attempt to pencil pleasant sentiment
know the environment you’re meddling
better than the hand that holds the product that you’re pedaling
the hand that used to feed us was torn off and ripped to pieces
pocketed for safekeeping and sold off to keep us, uh
with eyes wide open i spy four omens
in low terrace housing that’s herding us all in
mad cows bicker and shout without a fl!cker of doubt
and it’s so loud that it gets drowned out
so stay proud or you beat yourself up
regardless we’re f+cked, [?] so just shuffle through the mud
no love, no jobs
we’re all sinners sitting indifferent ‘cause there is no god
and no future, no past
no equity and no cash
the severity on this patch of land
poverty administrated by the invisible hands
we are your target markets, we’re your passive consumers
the decimals and profit margins but underneath it all still human
building a movement, dismantle this prison
my wisdom isn’t written, it’s spat with the rhythm so intrinsic

[verse 3]
man, i can’t believe [?] life back them is a godsend
smash c+nts, pass blunts, living through the weekend
you thought i was deep, [?]
just to keep [?]
[?] deep in your west end, got friends
in case i [?]
see narratives, they’ve lost today
i’m locked in my own gaze
it pays the plan, proper lace your [?] don’t get on top of me
that’s why i preface every play i make with an apology
i’m no fear emcees are caught and on me
i’m sick of f+cking spitting obsolete terminology
futurology
don’t make me laugh
the future’s just the presence
we ain’t p+ssin’ the past
a last gasp from the old world colonies
building for a basis for the next phase honor we
constantly consciously, evolve maybe modestly
but honestly i’d sell for a reason+based economy

[verse 4]
but maybe i’m just bumming, burning all of what’s left
a hundred and forty regrets and not yet ever run out of breath
i could probably take a couple hundred excess
this is as young as i get but i’m not hunting success
nor do i think i’m above of the rest
i think i just need a decent picking up from my bed, though what
was it something i said?
another promise [?] stuck in your head
but do you think that i’m unable for it something, my friends?
just [?] running away again, i’ll be it under your breath
i got a couple regrets, like working at greggs, wanting respect from someone i’ve not even yet probably met
now i need to do something intense
i’ll travel the world even if i’m sleeping rough in a tent
and yeah i’m sorry but the stuff that i said had been building up a whole movement to put this structure to test
i guess i’m done being stressed, i cannae handle
whatever the f+cking it is it’s got a clutch at my chest while i feel up to my neck in stress, running up debt at best
my soul just isn’t up to the test
i’m still [?], i cannae muster the strength to be anybody other than someone i resent
so judge my actions, i got nothing to defend
n0body left in this whole planet that i wanna impress

[chorus]
i’m lost in the audio soup
much stock in the [?], [?], [?]
[?]
as we all go jumping down the rabbit hole

i’m lost in the audio soup
much stock in the [?], [?], [?]
[?]
as we all go jumping down the rabbit hole

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