Wheobe - Nectar Lyrics

I'm beggin' to take the mic
Facing thousand people facing us back
And tell'em to face the fact we're pointless asses slicing this and that
We gotta be sick as f*ck to kiss the funk
At least, we gotta be drunk
But have a listen, we've done way dumber things
We gonna be clean with that
By the times we're living in, it's a kind of madness
Forgetting that, forgetting this looks like nonsense
Putting a smile on your lips, talking 'bout peace instead of war
Rejecting cars, accepting feel's cringy promise
Or essential matter? Think a little harder
Don't you feel like it's time to take a pause for an hour?
Let's get back to the nectar, would be better
Don't be afraid to be seen as a knuckle dragger
And if you don't see it, if you think we're daydreamers
Let it go, make your own way, play the stranger
You gotta be taking a hell of a tequila shot to forget that
While we love each other more than we hate, man
Get back to the nectar
Wait, don't get me wrong
I don't got no home, for there's no home
For both of you and I
Mate, you could've been my son
Don't got no time to drown my feelings down
Please blink a bit before I begin to spit
Be attentive, the more you listen the less you fear
The more you feel
The more you think of things that look so f*cking real
The more you realise deep meaning is hella close
But yet so far from us, everyone's anonymous
Obnoxious behaviours overshadow obvious
Lack of compassion, of passion between all of us
Who d'you really care about and who should get stuffed
No f*cking one
And I knew you were to disagree
And I'm no terrorist, I ain't no evangelical shit
I'm like a therapist, I tell things and let you deal with it
Make up your own mind, humans or economists?
Humans or traders, companies and CEOs?
Brothers or strangers, nobodies and "one-of-those"?
Neighbours or beggars, families and far from homes?
Us all, or them all? Why couldn't we be close to each other?
Get back to the nectar
Wait, don't get me wrong
Don't leave me alone, for there's no home
On this f*cking earth
Mate, you could've been my son
So please don't try to drown your feelings down
Getting a room in a 5-star hotel
That's who you're trying to be
Clean your ass with cottonelle
Just another cool fantasy
But I know you're sad at night in your bed
And get happy when the others bleed
So when the f*ck will you tell yourself
That's an awful strategy?
Wait, don't get me wrong
Don't leave me alone, for there's no home
On this f*cking earth
Mate, you could've been my son
So please don't try to drown your feelings down