Just Earth with New Skin

Lyrics
Yeah Sometimes it feel like time don't exist Another human construct Tomorrow never comes Might as well just throw your arms up Imaginary every tales like American Dream A justice for the brown skin in the land of free It's sort of cynical (yeah) Yeah, kind of bitter (true) Life is cyclical (yeah) Winners and losers (you) Full of surprises (why) How you survive that (die) Holding the hope (tie) Romantic hopeless (aight) Tomorrow like the day you finna seeing that text I'm sorry, I was wrong That's that pride up in my chest A perfect day to finish that list of chores When the last time you called that mother with yours I'm talking about further up, further in It's just earth with new skin Talking about, talking about, talking about Talking about, talking about, talking about (Talking about, talking about, talking about ) Talking about Tomorrow we're only different It's the same, you and me But something missing All the baggage we carry men listen Scars we all earned on mission Yeah Our soul anxious from aimless soil toil And dangling happiness in the faces of total strangers Arranging our profiles to raise up others anger All in hopes to have a dime left at retirement Eyeing each other's objects Lie about what we buy next This cannot be the whole goal of existence Talking Further up, further in It's just earth with new skin Talking about Further up, further in It's just earth with new skin Talking about, talking about, talking about Talking about, talking about, talking about Further up, further in It's just earth with new skin Talking about Further up, further in It's just earth with new skin Talking about, talking about, talking about I did the work I had the talk I lost the friends Sold it off Gave away Let it go Walked away Own wrongs Apologized Ugly Cried Let others in I opened up Forgave it Pay what I owed Look at me Like what I see No excuse Love the calm I am clear This is new Now in my head I like it here Finally like it here
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- Writers
- Propaganda