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)]

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[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)]

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