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p.t. burnem - midas touch lyrics

the midas touch, tightest clutch on my mic about to bust like

[verse i]
we got a monotonous monopoly mountain with mickey mouse
on top shouting out “democracy rocks”
no doubt props to h0m-geneity
so efficient that even the small anomalies are probably stomped out
ground down until the bow down adequately
better say you love it
you do not want to trade rounds with the government
no puppets, cults or mother ships
just blame humans on some typical dumb sh-t
don’t give a f-ck sh-t
get money money
but it’s super deluxe kids
milk and honey
i mean i’ll pretend if you’ll pretend it’s all good
no need to elaborate, sh-t is understood

[hook]
the midas touch, tightest clutch on my mic about to bust like
the midas touch, tightest clutch on my mic about to bust like
the sad fact is that the city is run by these cynical b-st-rds and their idiot sons

[verse ii]
well now they picking at your pocket watch out cause they got it
what? your pocket watch while you wasn’t watching of it
switching swatches with an expensive imitations
it’s the days of sipping sacran in suburban simulation
of that perfect cozy location
evolution is dead in exchange we get these dope innovations
it was all a phase but had legs for days
walking down the street and now the people bow and pray
now they tivo television act so strange
like they all caught the brainwash at point blank range
wake up and smell the crack cocaine
surrounded by distractions you can see the city in flames
whole chains with no
sh-t just don’t change
low grade petroleum dope heads with no brains
ride explosions until the end of the earth and disaster is a slooow train

[hook]

[bridge]
eat, sleep, breath, eat, sh-t, breath, repeat
eat, sleep, breath, eat, sh-t, breath, repeat repeat
eat, sleep, breath, eat, sh-t, breath, repeat
we are all obsolete
control, alt, delete

eat, sleep, breath, eat, sh-t, breath, repeat
eat, sleep, breath, eat, sh-t, breath, repeat repeat
eat, sleep, breath, eat, sh-t, breath, repeat
we are all obsolete

[verse iii]
where there is an apparently inherit brand of american arrogance
where your heritage is your inheritance
go on and ask your parents about smoking pot and marches and they stop and they think
modern day prophets are products commerce is king
boy they forgot so much to stop and pause and they think
how much it depends on conglomerate ink
maybe it all comes down to who got the dominate dream
i paint a picture where you pray with the drop to your knees
nothing in common with them got no apologies
sh-t is not what it seems
no sh-t is not what it seems

[outro]
the midas touch, tightest clutch on my mic about to bust like
the midas touch, tightest clutch on my mic about to bust like

- p t burnem lyrics

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