Nature's Child - Money Lyrics

F*cked up, f*ck
I don't talk, I feel sick
I'm a lost arithmetic
I'm confusing as a bitch
Life's a shit slapstick
We're all f*cked lunatics
I'm living like a chick-flick
Ignorant raps make the hits
They write a song and they don't say shit

They take a f*cking flip-kick
Smack to the mouth and I'm shutting their lips
Blinding these bitches like I'm an eclipse
F*ck it, I'm real, I don't stick to the script
Yell in my songs when I let out my rage
'Cause we're stuck in their trap, I won't stay in their cage
I'm expanding my mind
I learn straight from my sage
You will realize my thoughts if we're on the same page
Spend too much time in my room
My laboratory, the cause of my doom
When the time ticks on, smell like smoke and perfume
In my eyes, I'm the cause of my pain, I assume
I got shit to say, bet you couldn't even touch it
Suicide bang bang, now I'm early kicking buckets
Got a f*cked up brain, if you don't like it you can suck it
Shooting fat bitches down like I came from Nantucket
The government's playing 'round with our minds like we're puppets
But I don't go with the system
Look in its eyes and say "f*ck it"
Don't wanna grow up and be stuck inside a job that I hate
So I can follow a routine and look for money every day
F*ck that

I don't talk, I feel sick
I'm a lost arithmetic
I'm confusing as a bitch
Life's a shit slapstick
We're all f*cked lunatics
I'm living like a chick-flick
Ignorant raps make the hits
They write a song and they don't say shit

It's controlling out nature
Driving our lives, a human nomenclature
Wanna be free but we're bound by the paper
If you're obsessing, you're trapped by the makers
Aye, I wanna live beyond my state
You's a dumb homie, don't play with my fate
I got too much on my plate
I'm on a high frequency when I vibrate
If you want music then come here to my place
Welcome to my dungeon, I do shit sideways
This is the healing in nature where I stay
Only take breaks to get lit on a Friday
Don't f*ck with money, that shit too material
This is my realm, I stay thinking spiritual
Blew up the Death Star, f*ck the Imperials
Ended my enemies, eat 'em like cereal
Making my way up
Waking you up like a god damn K-Cup
I don't want figures, I see that shit made up
People be sleeping, their brains need to wake up
Hypocrite, hypocrite, hypocrite played us
Yeah, I'll be happy when I get my pay cut
But we need that shit to survive
Why people acting like money the shit that had made us?
All the fellow minds arise
We're not brain-washed, nah we don't f*ck with them lies
But these are the words I reprise
When I speak in this song I say what I imply
This is of what I'm comprised
I don't want digits
I just want what isn't inside of my brain
I internalize
F*ck all the money, I'm here for the prize
F*ck money

I don't talk, I feel sick
I'm a lost arithmetic
I'm confusing as a bitch
Life's a shit slapstick
We're all f*cked lunatics
I'm living like a chick-flick
Ignorant raps make the hits
They write a song and they don't say shit

F*ck it, you can't put me in the backdrop
I'm a main runner, launch pad then I blast off
Sticking to the corner then I jump in with the mask off
I'm picking and choosing like I'm fishing in the Bastrop
You know I've been cooking up the magic in the workshop
Boxing out my homies and I smoke 'em like a pork chop
Repping hard times, give a slit then I won't stop
Thinking suicide, triple six, I don't flip flop
If you can't see, my flow automatic
Talk about real shit
It gets dramatic
The way my thoughts work, I write erratic
Ain't about the money bitch, that shit gets static
Wanna see work
Our progression's at such a slow pace
And the people in charge don't see this is a race
Imma wake up their ass with a smack to the face
A knuckle to the temple, put them in their place
There's two kinds of green, but one's more important
You see in the name of my group I adore it
But money's the green that the government's storing
They shit on our nature
They rip up our forests
Corruption is coming up
The Earth is doomed if we don't get to fixing what we messed up
Better start thinking 'bout more than ourselves
If we wanna feel safe and secure from the demons that we brought up
I'm going off on a tangent
My hand is cramping, my knowledge expanding
I don't mean to flex, now my spaceship is landing
But sometimes persuasion must be more demanding
I'm unique to the pack you can tell
I don't make music just so it can sell
These lyrics go over yall's heads like it don't ring a bell
But f*ck it
Oh well