I Have A Concept of a Plan

[Instrumental Intro] . . . ! (Concept of a Plan) [Instrumental] . . . ! I Have A (Concept of a Plan) [Instrumental Interlude] . . . ! [Verse 1] I've got a broken TV flickering in my hand, Static buzz, that's my concept of a plan. Talking heads spinning like a circus of clowns, Woke-ism, schism, I’m dancing with the sound. [Break] "Maybe it's the truth, maybe it’s a disguise, Slapping stickers on the faces of lies. Get the numbers outta here, ditch the facts, We’re riding a wave on the backs of the hacks." [Chorus] Lies, lies, they’re sweeter than gold, Wrapped up in a story, shiny and bold. Forget the math, just pass me the mic, Gonna spin this yarn till we all feel right. "Oh yeah, lies, lies, who needs a map? We’re floating on a vision, caught in the trap." It’s a concept of a plan, man, don't you see? "We’re all riding shotgun in this old jalopy." [Instrumental Interlude] . . . ! [Verse 2] In a rational world, they couldn’t keep the beat, Logic slipped away like sand through the street. Pulled a switcheroo, swapped the facts for flair, Selling dreams on a screen, don't you stare. [Break] "Got a concept, got a thought, got a plot so slick, It’s a hustle, it's a shuffle, it's a magic trick. No Einstein needed when you’re selling the sky, Just a whisper, just a joke, just another good lie." [Chorus] Lies, lies, they’re sweeter than gold, Wrapped up in a story, shiny and bold. Forget the math, just pass me the mic, Gonna spin this yarn till we all feel right. "Oh yeah, lies, lies, who needs a map? We’re floating on a vision, caught in the trap." It’s a concept of a plan, man, don't you see? "We’re all riding shotgun in this old jalopy." [Instrumental bridge] . . . ! I Have A (Concept of a Plan) "Well, we call it woke-ism, it’s a funny old twist." Just another label on a grocery list. "From the kids in the sandbox to the big-time suits." They’re all stacking lies like electric fruits. [Break] "Cross the seas, across the street, Telling tales is a universal beat." It’s all a game, just roll the dice, The truth’s just a shadow, chasing the lights. [Chorus] Lies, lies, they’re sweeter than gold, Wrapped up in a story, shiny and bold. Forget the math, just pass me the mic, Gonna spin this yarn till we all feel right. "Oh yeah, lies, lies, who needs a map? We’re floating on a vision, caught in the trap." It’s a concept of a plan, man, don't you see? "We’re all riding shotgun in this old jalopy." [Instrumental Interlude] . . . ! I Have A (Concept of a Plan) [Break] "So I’m standing here, static in my hand, No truth, no logic, just a shifting sand. This concept of a plan, it’s a carnival ride, Let’s jump on board, take it all in stride." [Outro] Yeah, yeah, a concept of a plan, Let’s talk about nothing, let’s dance where we stand. "It’s a fever dream, it’s a sleight of hand, Just a concept of a plan, yeah, you understand..." (Concept of a Plan)