Brush It Off

Brush It Off

All those unnatural waves They shoot through our brain Brush that shit off And dip that brush in some paint My only political problem Is politics All of this Discourse concerning Simple and small shit Completely irrelevant To any form of discussion That could actually produce Something intelligent The verbal diarrhea I can't stand the smell of it So Ima spit my mind Just for the hell of it I'll expel this Lyrical wellness This is the sound of healing Listen up Express what you're feeling **** aint that the truth I've been used just as much as you No matter how perfect your life is We all get the blues We all get bruised We all must choose To play the game Or to try and remove Our minds from pain And those cell phones we've glued To the front of our legs Let's degrade the shame Let's misbehave And rearrange All those unnatural waves They shoot through our brain Brush that shit off And dip that brush in some paint If you stare at the forest You miss the tree's If you stared at Trump You missed goddamn Epstien ****ing children Ruling the masses Left no money for school And these kids became classless Buncha fascist Narc ass commies Turned gold into shit And called it an economy Sold your dreams In a neat little package Grabbed your hearts With incurable pathogens Asked us for more As if we actually had it But I'd rather stay broke Then to pick up their baggage The old adage was ravaged When we hitched their waggons Fell by the wayside Of the yachts we imagined A life we can't have Watch us grabbin For straws Shortest goes to the captain Of a ship Already sunk The sea got sick Cause the world got drunk All those unnatural waves They shoot through our brain Brush that shit off And dip that brush in some paint All those unnatural waves They shoot through our brain Brush that shit off And dip that brush in some paint

Brush It Off

Paul Revere · 1713801600000

All those unnatural waves They shoot through our brain Brush that shit off And dip that brush in some paint My only political problem Is politics All of this Discourse concerning Simple and small shit Completely irrelevant To any form of discussion That could actually produce Something intelligent The verbal diarrhea I can't stand the smell of it So Ima spit my mind Just for the hell of it I'll expel this Lyrical wellness This is the sound of healing Listen up Express what you're feeling **** aint that the truth I've been used just as much as you No matter how perfect your life is We all get the blues We all get bruised We all must choose To play the game Or to try and remove Our minds from pain And those cell phones we've glued To the front of our legs Let's degrade the shame Let's misbehave And rearrange All those unnatural waves They shoot through our brain Brush that shit off And dip that brush in some paint If you stare at the forest You miss the tree's If you stared at Trump You missed goddamn Epstien ****ing children Ruling the masses Left no money for school And these kids became classless Buncha fascist Narc ass commies Turned gold into shit And called it an economy Sold your dreams In a neat little package Grabbed your hearts With incurable pathogens Asked us for more As if we actually had it But I'd rather stay broke Then to pick up their baggage The old adage was ravaged When we hitched their waggons Fell by the wayside Of the yachts we imagined A life we can't have Watch us grabbin For straws Shortest goes to the captain Of a ship Already sunk The sea got sick Cause the world got drunk All those unnatural waves They shoot through our brain Brush that shit off And dip that brush in some paint All those unnatural waves They shoot through our brain Brush that shit off And dip that brush in some paint

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