We Goin' to War...

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Backyard Astronomers

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We going to war
This is a war zone
Shut the door
Keep the fucking door closed
Can't let them see us coming
When we blow up on the joint
See everybody running
See everybody running
Look at all of Alice's rabbits
Grasping at dreams of glass palaces and amulets
Dungeons and dragons shit
What Elsa would gift Anna with
Stack it up in a McMansion tip
Type of folks you couldn't handle with caution
But compassionate people with a
Passion for passing gospel as benefit
Promoting decadence and rarely generous
Then talk hella shit
People you would never share umbrellas with
I say f*ck em, I'm the only one but God I gotta wrestle with
Eat dinner from a rooftop for the hell of it
Never settled, I don't wanna be hella rich or even selfish
But I'd like a space at least as cool as me to be myself in
Self propelled I'm Michael Phelps with depression
I might be drowning but I'll set a couple records
Sell a couple records
use the wealth to settle up and make the world a little better
Got me stacking bread like grilled cheese
I grease beats and melt the cheddar
And there's a million other rappers with a similar flow
But nobody even close to half as dope or half the smoke
Telling jokes "I'm Eminem with both folks!"
I'm going in as hard as I can but I'm soft as low blows
Not quite enough ego to sneeze blow nose
I meant freeze I'm so cold
Yall thought the boy soft til you watched me
Walk off with no clothes in late autumn
Ice in my veins no pulse, still won't play possum
Outstanding in my field, a fake farmer
But you know I'm steady reaping the yield
Plant money seeds, Give a f*ck how you feel
Burn up all the weed, I'll inhale
But no coughing cause no coffin for me
Smart enough to cheat death but dumb enough to repeat
(don't tell on me)
Still when I'm rapping you can hear from my tone
The lack of effort that it takes to just
Zone and explode and make gold
I'm a pro, I write prose
Never catch me stressing about clothes
If I'm lying it's a tale long as Pinocchio's nose
False confidence with no consequence
A false prophet with a loaner whip
Shoutout to Omni
I gotta give acknowledgement
And to the preppy birds I went to college with
In case I somehow lost you, I ain't no college dick
Still you better watch this kid,
See how he flips his lid then flips the script
All the bullshit washes out at the end
Act 5 bloodied up with red pen
No violence just edits
Still wylin, real life is pretend
Head of the Department,
Best new artist, oh he ain't starving
Boy got bags like Boston Harbor
Bars so clever you'll all get smarter
Beat goes hard, better bet he goes harder
Trying to find a way to make a living as a martyr
Imagination excavation from my brain
And I don't even gotta drop a hard R
I don't throw shade
I'm not trying to be somebody I'm not
Catch me on a Tuesday taking a walk with my medium dog
I'm gonna do me til somebody do me
Skipping the liquor I'm sipping a Truly
Couldn't be sweeter or whiter than sugar on top of a brûlée
I won't name drop, I ain't K-dot
We didn't grow up in the same blocks
Still we both got some of the same loss
Got a spark to make a flame of
This is a warning, there won't be another
Anyone's brother is everyone's brother
Still when I'm done with the trash
And the smoke and the ash clear
Y'all better be behind cover
We going to war
This is a war zone
Shut the door
Keep the fucking door closed
Can't let them see us coming
When we blow up on the joint
See everybody running
See everybody running

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