6ixt33n12 - technically Lyrics

Another chance
To address
The lack of doubt in our clout
As we bounce around
Circulate through the crowds
Blowing loud clouds as we plow
Through the sounds
Open up old wounds
Bloody trauma bars
To a whole new tune
Seminars in the stars
Consciously channel Mars
But sparse is the charge
In this world's largest era of being overcharged
Can't understand what it is that we bought
What a loss
Like aww, aww, hell, naw

Aww, hell, naw
How y'all ain't got y'all own light
We ain't here to make you bright
We got our own fight tonight
Like aww, hell, naw
How y'all ain't got y'all own light
We ain't here to make you bright
We got our own fight tonight
Like aww

Feeling hurt
Feeling worse
Feeling curved
Feeling served
Feeling swerved
Feelings don't deserve
Feelings hit the ceiling
Feelings deepen
Feelings healing
Feelings disappearing
Cuz who still got they feelings reappearing
By the paths we've been dealt
Ain't no definition
For the word help
Gotta hide our own mental mess
Gotta wash for ourselves
Tryna stay on the shelf
Overlook the peoples' will
Simon says, "chill
When we kill the Rights' bill"
While these homecooked pills
Write a new subscription deal
Lessons on how not to feel
What the body's mind wants to fear
Way before the spirits' reveals
What if really he just really stole the wheel
Like aww, aww, hell, naw

Aww, hell, naw
How y'all ain't got y'all own light
We ain't here to make you bright
We got our own fight tonight
Like aww, hell, naw
How y'all ain't got y'all own light
We ain't here to make you bright
We got our own fight tonight
Like awww