Know Where No Fair Video (MV)

Yea yea... "Gotta let chya nuts hang..." & other ridiculousness
Once upon a time I took the city bus to nowhere
Swim trunks, white tee with a head of messy hair
Most glanced, I expected more to stare
Confessions of the burden we as millennials share
Narcissism, the art of pictures, the loss of wisdom
The farces of our living being dictated by business
Too obsessed with our dreams, too aware of the cliches
There's way too many memes, frappuccinos, free beat tapes
Be great, we're sold it damn near every moment
At the expense of coral choking in the ocean
And that's a lunch box full of poison
That you've been servin' the local girls and boys with
A coy chick, is what I tend to believe life is
Once you think she's in your hand, she's out your door and never looking back
Instead of trying to grasp more, you could've allowed your palm
To be her dance floor, you're her faded memory she can't store
The damn chores of life
Hoarding cash in the moonlight until there's no moon right?
The damn chores of life
Hoarding cash in the moonlight until there's no moon right?
The damn chores of life
Captain Planet Cancer took a selfie with Bruce Banner
All my heroes do coke all the profits too broke

I sit here on the bus admiring the changing landscape
What was once big city lights now suburban lampshades
This quaint diner beckoned and I ordered eggs no pancakes
Fresh from out the chicken, shit was pure organic damn straight
Or at least that's what the waiter say
And he really only said it cause that's just what the label say
We're here to watch our labels fade, I'm sure of it
Billions are broke and hungry and America ain't burgerless

Once upon a time I took the city train with no fare
Slouched in my seat bumpin beats as the cold air
Smothered the windows were huddled up real close
Opportunity arose to pull out a phone
But this time I stared up and studied the scene
Everybody's heart looked just as bloody as me
Normalized just like how a lady gets menstruals
Cycling my feed I'd be 80th percentile
4 out of 5 of the heads headed south
All on this ride but not opening the mouth
To dent the eyes being caught in the scroll
Think not to empathize with another lost soul
Thigh to thigh, thumb to thumb, shoulder to shoulder
I can't be the only one who feels much colder
On the inside than the outside of this ride
But in a disguise of fowl lies my style to smile
On account of all the folks without the chance to do it yo
Power broke the hope to open flowers on ya cuticle
Fundamental human right to enjoy the essence
Yet whoever got abused in the night left breathless
The message, of a heaven at absurd distance
They checked for some blessings and heard the crickets
The wordsmiths, merchants, virgins, cursed kids
Workin', hurtin', the burden of servin
A populus persuin' perfection to lose connection
Is who you reflectin' in stress of who you projectin?
Infectin' all our digression, distressin' of whos next when
My homie could get wet for holdin' two less than two tecs and
I ain't even seein no affection despite mics
Like if I want the sexin' then I gotta swipe right
F*ck that, the drum tracks new light of my life
I'll run back to one lab tryna find my sight