Yee - Channel Surfing Lyrics

Old white dudes
Screaming on the news
Finch has lost his case
And blue has lost his clues
The deck just need a shuffle
And the bass just need a groove
Watch the children do the hustle
Come on pops you know the moves
But pops he knows the rules
The system always skewed
You know?
People out here flaunting rifles like they got a cheat code
Du-rag threat but a hero if they got a pea-coat
The champion of the people
He say deport all the evil
I say it's best that he depart or else he gon' see smoke
Concealed carry blood covered that's the murder he wrote
Twitter arguing about all of the feelings evoked
The greedy fires they stoked
But we know
But we know
Give it one week and then nobody care
The Blogs have been written and the articles shared
Y'all know the difference tween praise and prayer
Its whichever way your Palms face up in the air
Trying'a make it to a better life
Hazy days and sleepless nights
Just keep up my faith el dorado on the other side
Those who jump or those who fly
Cliffs and oceans slowly rise
I'm slipping motion undermined
Precision coasting overtime
The weather here is mostly fine
I'm sick of the rise and grind
I never seem to rise on time
But pick up the slacking line
Cerebrum weathered lacking shine
Crevice stepping cracking spines
Cops and robbers packing 9's
Homicide to dollar signs
Momma called me Crickey
Sick and Rikki tiki tavi
On the tv
I'm alone
Depression wash me out my home
No serotonin
Need a loan
And Get these thoughts up out my dome
And get this acid out my bones
And get your number out my phone
I called you up it's not for nothing
Guess you missed the buzz or something
Thoughts are scattered music bumping
Plasma clotting heart rate jumping
It's pumping life back into my brain
Digging into my wrist can't find a pulsing vein
Now ima be pissed if I leave this mortal plane
With Opportunities missed hereafter's portal drains
Feeling alive
I'm feeling the rise
I'm gone with the vibe
Slide back with the tide
I hope that you love me
I'm sorry I tried
Slide back with the tide
Slide back into lies
The blue fill up the room straight from the LCD
Plug up into my feed
Squad move like a tabernacle
Smoke is rising fire crackle
Bitchin' Witches cackling
Strap me up I'm a Tactician
Full of holes need a patch again
Sprawled out up on these mattresses
Give me pain I'm a masochist
Misplaced in time anachronist
Heater primed
Anytime
This the feeling
If everybody wanna know how I really
Think about em
Bout a spill it
Bouts of spillage
Tea I fill it
Fade Distillate
Fate to kill it
I don't know how y'all do business
When the drugs about to pillage
I done been through it exhibit
Fidget f*cking every f*cking minute
Skin is dripping with acrylic
Body breaching earthly limits
Brain an egg up in a skillet
How my digits type in digits?
I don't play this ain't a scrimmage
Let me hit that photo finish
I be working on my fitness
Fergie blasting through a grimace
Old Lebron and y'all the witness
The greatest who ever did it
I'm just playing I don't fit it
But that just means I Gotta get it
Keep up
Keep up
Keep up
Keep up
Keep up