TomArts - Brainless Society lyrics

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TomArts - Brainless Society lyrics

[Verse 1] - TomArts Whatever happened to the art of free thinking lazy America resorts to lazier speaking All I hear is Molly this and ratchet that What if Molly was on Molly and decided to co*k that ratchet back Heart attack cardiac arrest flow eyes low like a Donovan mcnabb throw Bad b**hes serenaded by corny interludes from rappers that lack testinal fortitude Let's see how long ya rhymes hold up after people wise up Crack a Dutch and roll up let's escape this place Go right from this adjacent space your tracks are just tainted waste I keep it dougie n***a say it to my face y'all embrace all these silly little antics Ma** illusions stir confusion in the attic spasmatic Leaving trails in the traffic let it be grade a is all I'm asking I'm focused on gra**heads mathematics stack moolah and divide it with my captains We About to make it happen highed up laughing at these fools reactions I try not to fall casualty to USA dare I say tough as mma Roller blading skating backwards on these haters lighting blunts inhaling all the vapors Gra**heads international I should start a f**ing label [Verse 2] - Qwon Don You must be outcha mind literally out ya mind What you find when you notice you running out of time Brainless the beat stainless painting the palace til' im famous The creek draining im maintaining See a lot of open doors as I proceed to walk through em' Just because I never look or dont see thats false proven We are not losing im so chill it's intimidating Dont give a f** who these women dating next subject Cause real n***as dont sleep blinded by the dreams thats been building by the weeks You just riding the bandwagon dragging by the leash talk is cheap That the same reason I dont watch TV we can move on Looking through my eyes see a rare vision clear percision tryna make this a fair mission Smoking good nothing but the finest thats none the less In the Lab you know where to find us we thinking checks I said ooking through my eyes see a rare vision clear percision tryna make this a fair mission Smoking good nothing but the finest thats none the less In the Lab you know where to find us we thinking checks [Verse 3] - TomArts OK so finally we thinking for ourselves now It'll feel good like you scored your first touchdown But I see you came up short Like a chick lighting up a bussdown Now you on the bus clown It's one spot left next to the bum with rank breath It could always get worse this weeks drug is why ya brain hurts Blame it on your peers this been happening for years One bad apple could corrupt the bunch Have you lost for hours you like you sniffed a dozen devils breath flowers Loss of free will has demonstrated powers Can't change it so I'm rolling up this sour Bout a million miles an hour Just to free my mind Tho Conversation with a fine ho is the remedy good weed and the rest is up to destiny TomArts I got the f**ing recipe