Pretty in Between - Outside Lyrics

Take a step outside
Go on, get high
Take a step outside
Go on, get high

This is that new wave
From the sun beam and the new moon
And I'm heading towards the 38
In the opposite of afternoon

The beggars and the clubbers
All align the corner right on time
But only a fraction of this faction
Ever had to ask if you could spare a dime

There's contrast
Between the haves and the have nots
As the loaded bar goer
Meets his girlfriend at the sweet spot

While the Friday nights best
With the vomit on his chest
Meets the ex-daughter tweaker
With tattoos in her neck

And a pain in her back
From sleeping on the sidewalk
I wonder what it's like

But me I can't miss a beat
And I'm tryna catch that last bus
Gettin' off this grave shift
Go home to smoke some cannabis

Take a step outside
Go on, get high
Take a step outside,
Go on, get high

I throw on my headphones
And I fall into a daydream
Tonight I'm spinning Kanye's
'College Dropout'
And Common's 'Be'

I study the movement
I follow the delivery
A bonafide poetic
With a real jazzy back beat

I sink into my seat
And I take a survey of the bus
A real solid mix
Of the privileged and the homeless

And everybody in between
Husslin' to make some green
If we can just make rent
We don't ever have to leave

Distorted is reality
When you cannot see clear
The haves and the have nots
Have not always been here

Hierarchy's natural
In a system that perpetuates
Division via racism
Scapegoating
And deep, deep hate

Come on man
What'd you take me as?
I see that bull shit line
That you've drawn in the sand

And I will not succumb
To identity politics
The empty platitudes
Fueled by divisive rhetoric

Set sail
For the people's revolution
Cause I'm all for the break down
Of the broken institutions

Trust me, we must be
The change of the world
But if we're gonna do it
Gotta change ourselves first

There's someone
Who I thought
That I was
But I'm not

It's crazy
And hazy
Here under the golden sun
The golden sun

This last verse
Is for millennials workin' 9 to 5
Delaying gratification
In the pseudo struggle to survive

Around every corner lies
Another chance to compromise
The dreams that we had once considered
To be our god given right

Entertain ourselves to death
As we're waiting on these checks
Tuning in to the tube
To see what's up next

And yeah I'm down to chill
But I fear we could be become numb
Scrolling through our phones so much
We got arthritis in our thumbs

And as for me
I bear a heavy load of classic contradiction
Fallin' in and out
Of a set of spiritual convictions

I cannot be defined
By the world I come from
My soul is as deep
As the bass of a kick drum

Kick, kick, kick kick drum
Kick, kick, kick kick drum
Kick, kick, kick kick drum
Kick, kick, kick kick drum

And if I cannot spit
If I cannot rhyme
Then who am I?

If I cannot spit
If I cannot rhyme
Then who am I?

If I cannot spit
If I cannot rhyme
Then who am i?

Break loose
From the old ass scheme
I'm tryna make myself
Make my dreams

I'm tryna make something
Of myself
I'm just tryna
Make something of myself

Break loose
From the old ass scheme
I'm tryna make myself
Make my dreams

I'm tryna make something
Of myself
I'm just tryna
Make something of myself