Anti-Matter (Feat. David Krause)

Come on

Spawn of a generation
Glued to the Netflix and the PlayStation
And the couch, locked status, they be rippin' that kush
Get high off my own supply, don't push
You'll understand later, man, that shit is a science (Science)
The child be lab rat, study the pattern, it's fine (Yeah)
Truth of the matter is, I know you're feelin' great in the sweats
And you deserve to make more than you're written in your check
Your head's bent, your bedridden up in the bed
In a desperate attempt to feel like you're important (Yeah)
Yeah, come on

Tell me why the fuck you matter (Why?)
Uh, please enlighten me
Please enlighten me
Come on, tell me why the fuck you matter
Uh, please enlighten me
Please enlighten me
Come on, tell me why the fuck you matter
Uh, please enlighten me

Spawn of the selfie era
Brainwashed with the Buddha and they keepin' that lit
And shit right here, hittin' that hard
But they fake ambition, that infinite mess
And they all get blasted
So who gon' glue your ass to your momma's couch?
Paraplegic, paranoid mind stuck spittin' conspiracy theories out
Ain't nobody gon' be washin' your ass
Save water, you can keep washin' your ass
The Illuminati don't give two little shits about you
War goin' on, what it do, triangles
They don't mean shit unless your girl ride back and
Forth on your best friend's dick (That's a love triangle)
And if she do, tell me why the fuck that matter

Yeah, yeah
Please enlighten me
Come on, tell me why the fuck that matter
Uh, please enlighten me

There was a strange feeling in the air
Floating through the snotty nostrils of his companions
As he took his first breath
He couldn't help but notice the sea of ugly faces and
Plastic boogers pressed up against the foggy windows
Crying and pleading for an excuse to be heard