Fitzpleasure

[Verse 1: Pez] They got us all wondering in a brain fog 'Cause we been brainwashed since day dot And while we face off to be their servants They just sit behind the curtains and they play God and then wonder why we Come through like "fuck you" 'Cause they're the only words that cut through Course are views become skewed When all we ever get is untruths So you living here in a world That's so unjust it's hard to adjust to But we just do, something we can't undo It's at the point where everybody's gone insane I try to tell 'em but it's all in vain I'm thinking maybe we were born this way 'Cause there's always been this sufferin' on mother Earth That's undeserved, in other words We all been in turmoil ever since our birth on the hurt soil It's come to a head now, but still we can't seem to get out Because in our mind we been locked here inside With this heave-ho with our ego They like keep hopin' we'll decode but we don't I really thought we're about some sort of spiritual awakenin' I'm tryin' to figure if it's for real or if we're fakin' it I just wanna know if it's a miracle or make believe We do we all still feel so imprisoned if we're breakin' free? [Hook: Alt-J (sampled)] Steepled fingers, ring la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-leaders Queue-queue jumpers to rock, fist, paper, scissors La-la-la-la-la-la-lingered fluffers (The choir) [Pre-Verse: 360] Yo They ask me what's my goal, then they like "what the fuck?" 'Cause I don't want the crown, for me that's not enough I can see the future, I'm the best that's ever livin' And I've got four years, that's twenty-twenty vision [Verse 2: 360] You see this rap shit's what I'm made for Give the fans what they paid for Hit the ground and I transform This shit here's what I trained for Keep risin', I stay strong Keep fighting, I pace on 'Cause I realise that that hate's from It's just having what they want Always 'member where I came from Never tellin' me to stay calm If they lacking I don't wait for 'em I just move ahead and then I pray for 'em Listen to 'em when they make songs And it's got me thinking where the taste gone We can be the one to take on And we'll go to where these rappers ain't gone See they don't want you winning, they really love to talk That's what we used to do, start screamin' "fuck 'em all" So here's the best advice, tell 'em that you love 'em all That's what we exercise, the best reply is none at all [Hook: Alt-J (sampled)] Steepled fingers, ring la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-leaders Queue-queue jumpers to rock, fist, paper, scissors La-la-la-la-la-la-lingered fluffers (The choir) Steepled fingers, ring la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-leaders