Quiet - The Ride Lyrics

World full of hatred
World full of rules
World full of obligations
World full of fools
World for the famous
Whole world listens to em
Whole world needs to wake up
Whole world's hitting snooze
Man these priorities suck
That friends is truth
Gotta worry bout me
Gotta worry bout you
Everybody now lies
They're begging us to believe
Then they put their opposition down
Just to sell what they wanna preach
But for what? Huh?
For power and a couple bucks?
Like you're gonna take it past that grave?
Like we give a f*ck?
Like anybody cares
We all want a couple G's
Just to blow it on vacation, snowflakes and bit of weed
But really that's just a dream
As Americans sleep
Thinking about all those things that we really could be
But put that on pause
Get your ass out of bed
Cause you gotta get to work
And chip away at that debt

One finger up, two fingers up
One finger up, two fingers up
One to the head honcho
Two for the dank love
Two for the peace keepers
One to the fake ones
One finger up, two fingers up
One finger up, two fingers up
One to the head honcho
Two for the dank love
Two for the peace keepers
One to the fake ones
Let's go
One finger up, two fingers up
One finger up, two fingers up
One to the head honcho
Two for the dank love
Two for the peace keepers
One to the fake ones

This is the
Land of the free
Home of the brave
Opportunity knocks
So they say
Or I've been told
Yet to have seen
Everybody is corrupt
Filled with greed
All school taught
How to divide
Little how to cheat (a lot how to lie)
Regurgitate knowledge so you can survive
And fit social norms
The solo is declined
We get rowdy to bass and a drum with some swing
Don't care what they say as long as they sing
Using auto tune autonomously
Tell me when did we all stop listening?
When did our summers get packed with arrests?
Why do we communicate over text?
Why do we drink to get drunk just for fun?
Why do we force shit and then call it love?
I think everybody's lost
World in a fog
People selling weed
People getting robbed
People wanna run
People wanna hide
People don't commit
Unless it's suicide
Truth is the saddest
Ignorance is bliss
Guess that's why I dance
Like an idiot
Giggle like a kid
Fake innocence
Really just a man
Dealing with this shit

One finger up, two fingers up
One finger up, two fingers up
One to the head honcho
Two for the dank love
Two for the peace keepers
One to the fake ones
One finger up, two fingers up
One finger up, two fingers up
One to the head honcho
Two for the dank love
Two for the peace keepers
One to the fake ones
Let's go
One finger up, two fingers up
One finger up, two fingers up
One to the head honcho
Two for the dank love
Two for the peace keepers
One to the fake ones
One finger up, two fingers up
One finger up, two fingers up
One to the head honcho
Two for the dank love
Two for the peace keepers
One to the fake ones