[Intro, spoken] They said we’d be living in the future by now. Flying cars, robot servants, food in little pills. Instead, my toaster has Wi-Fi and still burns the toast Progress, I guess. [Verse 1, conversational rap] Universal income hits on the first of the month Just enough to stay alive, not enough to do much Rent comes out automatic, groceries cost more Got a little bit of freedom, got a camera by the door Hundred little lenses on the buildings downtown One above the traffic light, one tracking me around Can’t remember what I searched for yesterday But the government probably knows exactly what I ate [Hook, rhythmic spoken refrain] Welcome to the future, everything is fine Your face is in a database, your life’s on borrowed time New machine, same old problems, shiny little screen We’re living for tomorrow, whatever that might mean [Verse 2, conversational rap] Robot at the clinic says my posture’s looking bad Scans my face and tells me about the breakfast I didn’t have I came in for a headache, now I’m questioning my life choices It recommends a premium plan to help me resolve the damn issues Flying cars above the highway, stuck in traffic in the sky Some billionaire’s invention with a payment plan lie They’ve had the technology since before my granddad died Just needed thirty years to figure out the price [Verse 3, spoken word] And every year’s a breakthrough. New phone, new interface, new way to track your sleep. They put a screen inside a screen and call it revolutionary. Somebody found a patent from 1984 and put a startup logo on it. Welcome to the future. Now it’s fifteen dollars monthly. [Hook, rhythmic spoken refrain] Welcome to the future, everything is fine Your face is in a database, your life’s on borrowed time New machine, same old problems, shiny little screen We’re living in tomorrow, whatever that might mean [Verse 4, conversational rap] The car drives itself, but I can’t afford my weed My boss got replaced by software, now the software takes the lead There’s a drone above the bus taking pictures of my rig Probably looking for the reason my internet’s off grid I asked the voice assistant if we’re ever gonna be free It said, I’m sorry, I didn’t understand your query So I stood out in the driveway, looking up into the blue Wondering if the clouds have terms and conditions too [Outro, spoken] Maybe the future isn’t flying cars. Maybe it’s the same old world with less memories and better batteries Anyway, my payment came through. Now the fridge says I’m out of pork Weird cause I hate pork Now I’m going to the to store for plastic forks [walking away from mic] Maybe we live for the little things.
