DIY - Clint Eastwood (ft. DIY and Paulymac) {prod. Dan The Automator} lyrics

[Hook: Louis Strongarm] I don't know how we got here But we took it too far far far And we'll probably never get back again I don't know how he got there But he took it too fast fast fast And he won't stop until he's reached the end [Verse 1: Louis Strongarm] Complacent he plays with himself Wastin' away all his health dazed he says to himself The paper chase can wait i got no place for the wealth Placed at his waste a bill he pays to play for the thrill Of the k** it seals the deal while the taste of a pill Still fresh on his tongue that he pops for his ills Drills into his mind that what hes chased it is real They can't see from the outside hes encased in a shell Made of guilt he can't shake off its silly to play soft When really hes way tough can't deal so he takes off His feelings they stray lost like his thoughts have been tossed So they thought at a cost half gone his eyes stay glossed But in his quaint loft by the bay crops sustain His so oft sought after life he inhabits Silly rabbit games are for kids but hes gotta have it Habit formed at a dark time in a dark place run rampant [Hook] [Verse 2: Above Average] He's got this addiction he's wishin' he could kick it But nah, he won't he's too busy sniffin', b**hin' and pissin' Away his life. Astrayin' from right. Hes sayin' tonight I swear I'm gonna quit but then he delays the flight He's knows its hurtin' him inside and out His mind's been doused with his lies and doubts And on the surface his skins fried like grout And in time he'll shout like this rhyme he's out Out of his money, out of a job, out of a home He lost his honey now he sobs cuz he's alone He might as well just be a dog without a bone Known for close to nothin', puffin and and gettin' stoned Yeah, but that's how it usually goes When you travel down the road of addiction to blow You start off with that medicinal dro So I whisper to those “Don't give in to it bro.” [Hook] [Verse 3: Pauly Mac] Red blue and green mega pixels on the screen Flickr in your face when you're awake and when you dream Addicted to the glow its so much more than a routine Checkin' out your status just to see whats to be seen Your sittin' left clickin' or quittin' the boss trippin' Or textin' to waste time on face time slippin' We trapped in Auschwitz so how do we get outta this Controlled by the remote control and mouse clicks We're zombies in a way realize were being played As we spend our lives inside deprived of the day The people seem to not care they stare still unaware They're livin' in the matrix Neo plugged in the chair The devil plays with idel hands a vision of no grands But we don't stand a chance on a mission with no plans So stand up and stretch take a hike somewhere its rugged And next time your struggin' just do you and unplug it [Hook]