The shit's surreal optics, cut it out and crop shit
Full frame airbrush filtered fake shit follow traces
Running down your face kid we laced it erased it now face it off to the races
Anew persona and you can phone a friend
Skip all the drama, insert a comma, blend
This is a challenge, just hold the chalice, send
And find your purpose, and find your purpose
The shits fantastic magical falice up on the track shit
Rap kid track suit all black on that cash shit
Stranded used all your tokens and now the game shift
Complacent plastic replacement all that fake shit
Racing to the finish line but never finished the goal
Hoe'ing through the town on some basic credit alone
Picking jobs with the wrong dog you're a con job on the next knob turning tricks like a chop shop
Practice passive plastic tactics
Yeah we been making shit up since way back
Classic, magic, conscious antics
Been making this shit up since way back
They want the truth, but still spittin' lies to the youth
Sell 'em on a dream, coppin' rent from a fool and that's cool
Forgive 'em if they act like a tool
They stackin our tuition, intuition's like a old schooler
I'll never bow before a false ruler
Inspect through my specs, six eyes got the ocular
Clarity, their charity's barely carrying sincerity
Rarely sparing a care, living in heresy
But this little potion here will spin our frown upside-down
This little notion summons homies from the other towns
Karma come-up ground score, that's a hand-me-down
Moral compass north, but I see you moving south
Meanwhile we're kicking back, 20-20 seeing through the cracks
Listen now, we're all missing out, gotta take charge now or take a bow
Because honestly all this autonomy constantly bothers me
Clocking 'em shopping, all hopped up on rocking rock bottom
Breaking the bank just to flaunt, homie you broker than not
Practice passive plastic tactics
Yeah we been making shit up since way back
Classic, magic, conscious antics
Been making this shit up since way back
So if a picture's worth a thousand words
Your resolution is a bit obscure
The sun will rise again, rest assured
Enjoy your poison while we find the cure
Grandmasters - Way Back Lyrics
Grandmasters - Way Back Lyrics
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The shit's surreal optics, cut it out and crop shit
Full frame airbrush filtered fake shit follow traces
Running down your face kid we laced it erased it now face it off to the races
Anew persona and you can phone a friend
Skip all the drama, insert a comma, blend
This is a challenge, just hold the chalice, send
And find your purpose, and find your purpose
The shits fantastic magical falice up on the track shit
Rap kid track suit all black on that cash shit
Stranded used all your tokens and now the game shift
Complacent plastic replacement all that fake shit
Racing to the finish line but never finished the goal
Hoe'ing through the town on some basic credit alone
Picking jobs with the wrong dog you're a con job on the next knob turning tricks like a chop shop
Practice passive plastic tactics
Yeah we been making shit up since way back
Classic, magic, conscious antics
Been making this shit up since way back
They want the truth, but still spittin' lies to the youth
Sell 'em on a dream, coppin' rent from a fool and that's cool
Forgive 'em if they act like a tool
They stackin our tuition, intuition's like a old schooler
I'll never bow before a false ruler
Inspect through my specs, six eyes got the ocular
Clarity, their charity's barely carrying sincerity
Rarely sparing a care, living in heresy
But this little potion here will spin our frown upside-down
This little notion summons homies from the other towns
Karma come-up ground score, that's a hand-me-down
Moral compass north, but I see you moving south
Meanwhile we're kicking back, 20-20 seeing through the cracks
Listen now, we're all missing out, gotta take charge now or take a bow
Because honestly all this autonomy constantly bothers me
Clocking 'em shopping, all hopped up on rocking rock bottom
Breaking the bank just to flaunt, homie you broker than not
Practice passive plastic tactics
Yeah we been making shit up since way back
Classic, magic, conscious antics
Been making this shit up since way back
So if a picture's worth a thousand words
Your resolution is a bit obscure
The sun will rise again, rest assured
Enjoy your poison while we find the cure
Full frame airbrush filtered fake shit follow traces
Running down your face kid we laced it erased it now face it off to the races
Anew persona and you can phone a friend
Skip all the drama, insert a comma, blend
This is a challenge, just hold the chalice, send
And find your purpose, and find your purpose
The shits fantastic magical falice up on the track shit
Rap kid track suit all black on that cash shit
Stranded used all your tokens and now the game shift
Complacent plastic replacement all that fake shit
Racing to the finish line but never finished the goal
Hoe'ing through the town on some basic credit alone
Picking jobs with the wrong dog you're a con job on the next knob turning tricks like a chop shop
Practice passive plastic tactics
Yeah we been making shit up since way back
Classic, magic, conscious antics
Been making this shit up since way back
They want the truth, but still spittin' lies to the youth
Sell 'em on a dream, coppin' rent from a fool and that's cool
Forgive 'em if they act like a tool
They stackin our tuition, intuition's like a old schooler
I'll never bow before a false ruler
Inspect through my specs, six eyes got the ocular
Clarity, their charity's barely carrying sincerity
Rarely sparing a care, living in heresy
But this little potion here will spin our frown upside-down
This little notion summons homies from the other towns
Karma come-up ground score, that's a hand-me-down
Moral compass north, but I see you moving south
Meanwhile we're kicking back, 20-20 seeing through the cracks
Listen now, we're all missing out, gotta take charge now or take a bow
Because honestly all this autonomy constantly bothers me
Clocking 'em shopping, all hopped up on rocking rock bottom
Breaking the bank just to flaunt, homie you broker than not
Practice passive plastic tactics
Yeah we been making shit up since way back
Classic, magic, conscious antics
Been making this shit up since way back
So if a picture's worth a thousand words
Your resolution is a bit obscure
The sun will rise again, rest assured
Enjoy your poison while we find the cure
Writer: Joseph Abarca, Torbjørn Caspersen
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid