[Verse 1] Whole thing crooked, let it wobble when it walks Big talk, lil' money, somebody still wants a cut Head gone sideways, catching thoughts on the fly Funny how you lose your ass tryna figure out why Two steps left, one step back, fuck it, that's the route Bad move looked fly, so we ran that motherfucker out Keep that rough shit on it, don't dress it up too clean Half this polished-ass world ain't saying what it means Some nights ain't deep, shit just got outta hand One minute counting dollars, next you're counting where you stand Chasing that bag so hard, forgot what it's for Three years gone by, still knocking on the same damn door [Chorus] Lost in the static, floating in the deep Trippy trip hop got us talking in our sleep Truth gets grimey when you drag it into daylight Pretty little answers don't survive the late night Lost in the static, floating in the deep Trippy trip hop got us talking in our sleep Let the weird shit breathe, don't babysit the myth Some shit hits way harder when you leave it as it is [Verse 2] Funny how a mask gets heavy when you're wearing that shit for rent Starts as just a little pose, then you're stuck with what you meant Bend the rules a little bit, just to see how far they break Then the line gets hard to spot between the choice and the mistake Nietzsche in the glovebox, pages folded, spine all cracked Read that shit, laugh to yourself, then go right back to the act Knowing ain't the same as free, shit, that's the fucked-up part You can see the damn trap coming and still walk in like a mark Jacket getting worn to hell, let the loose threads hang Looks way better fucked up than when you bought the damn thing Money comes and money goes, rent still wants its fucking due Stack that paper all you want, time keeps taking some from you [Chorus] Lost in the static, floating in the deep Trippy trip hop got us talking in our sleep Truth gets grimey when you drag it into daylight Pretty little answers don't survive the late night Lost in the static, floating in the deep Trippy trip hop got us talking in our sleep Let the weird shit breathe, don't babysit the myth Some shit hits way harder when you leave it as it is [Outro] Still here— still— st— Amen.
