Misplaced the truth that we share
It might be under my chair
Perhaps it's covered by flair
That is strategically placed
Overtop of the lies
That decent people despise
But seem to answer the cries
Of pseudo-primitive waste
It's such an obvious trap
A golden shit is still crap
The false equivalence is
So f*cking frivolous that
It is a slap in the face
To all the people and places
With a shared interest in
Preserving the human race
Plausible deniability
From this primordial ooze
Made out of anger and booze
And a shunned sense of pride
Or feeling hung out to dry
They emerged from the swamps
And the community bogs
Spewing their internet waste
Toxic copy and paste
Echo chambers
Of various flavors
Laced with pills that
Are red in nature
They hop from one to another
With all their sisters and brothers
A million strong
And somehow disconnected
From this life that we're livin'
From dreary minute to minute
It's a drag I'll admit
But why step in your own shit?
First World Kids With First World Problems - Hop Lyrics
First World Kids With First World Problems - Hop Lyrics
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Misplaced the truth that we share
It might be under my chair
Perhaps it's covered by flair
That is strategically placed
Overtop of the lies
That decent people despise
But seem to answer the cries
Of pseudo-primitive waste
It's such an obvious trap
A golden shit is still crap
The false equivalence is
So f*cking frivolous that
It is a slap in the face
To all the people and places
With a shared interest in
Preserving the human race
Plausible deniability
From this primordial ooze
Made out of anger and booze
And a shunned sense of pride
Or feeling hung out to dry
They emerged from the swamps
And the community bogs
Spewing their internet waste
Toxic copy and paste
Echo chambers
Of various flavors
Laced with pills that
Are red in nature
They hop from one to another
With all their sisters and brothers
A million strong
And somehow disconnected
From this life that we're livin'
From dreary minute to minute
It's a drag I'll admit
But why step in your own shit?
It might be under my chair
Perhaps it's covered by flair
That is strategically placed
Overtop of the lies
That decent people despise
But seem to answer the cries
Of pseudo-primitive waste
It's such an obvious trap
A golden shit is still crap
The false equivalence is
So f*cking frivolous that
It is a slap in the face
To all the people and places
With a shared interest in
Preserving the human race
Plausible deniability
From this primordial ooze
Made out of anger and booze
And a shunned sense of pride
Or feeling hung out to dry
They emerged from the swamps
And the community bogs
Spewing their internet waste
Toxic copy and paste
Echo chambers
Of various flavors
Laced with pills that
Are red in nature
They hop from one to another
With all their sisters and brothers
A million strong
And somehow disconnected
From this life that we're livin'
From dreary minute to minute
It's a drag I'll admit
But why step in your own shit?
Writer: Mike Shoolbraid
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid