Nelson Mandela

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What if I told you everything you've ever known was a lie
 They rope-a-doped you with unspoken hope of oversupply
 And if you open your mind, I'll drop reality on it
 And leave you feeling realer than Mr. Monopoly's monocle
 It's comical, how we comment and collide on what's canonical
 The odds are astronomical and splitting at the follicle
 Like "Luke, I am your father", why'd you even bother dreaming of a
 Mix blood and water that's thicker than Jiffy peanut butter
 You don't wanna hear about it
 I don't wanna talk about
 It isn't hard to figure out
 Won't nothing ever change if don't nobody give a fuck about it
 We don't wanna hear about it
 We don't wanna talk about it
 I think it might be nearly time
 To build a rocket ship, say my goodbyes, and fly the fuck up out it
 The simulation is breaking
 I can see it in the stars that it's ours for the taking
 Make way for the A-team
 Shaping wings and made kings til we wake from the daydream
 Obey me, create things, great things
 Fake paid streams, the May Queen ain't clean
 These playthings, they say things, wait
 It'll be a long time 'til we wake from the daydream
 Hello, Clarice I'll serve your mind and body with side of fava beans
 That oughta put a stop to the monotony
 I'm base in my verbosity, cuz honesty's what probably
 Sent Kennedy to chivalry and God and Lady Mondergreen
 Look at the white hot blue bloods cash fake checks
 Server transfer answers so characters can escape death
 No teeth no claws, artificial apex
 Good men Sinbad, genie in a tape deck
 You don't wanna hear about it
 I don't wanna talk about it
 It isn't hard to figure out
 Won't nothing ever change if don't nobody give a fuck about it
 We don't wanna hear about it
 We don't wanna talk about it
 I think it might be nearly time
 To build a rocket ship, say my goodbyes, and fly the fuck up out it
 The simulation is breaking
 I can see it in the stars that it's ours for the taking
 Make way for the A-team
 Shaping wings and made kings til we wake from the daydream
 Obey me, create things fate brings
 Fake paid streams, the May Queen ain't clean
 These playthings, they say things, wait
 It'll be a long time 'til we wake from the daydream
 I met the devil at the corner of Hallelujah and Halliburton
 Pay no attention to the men behind the iron curtain
 Tell Auntie Em we're all becoming antiheroes
 Dropping country homes on witches and switching around the ones and zeroes
 I know a bit about the bitter bite of bread alone
 And staging model citizens for open house like model homes
 It's open season, closed to reason, blatant treason, mobile phones
 So smoke 'em if you got em boys I gotta go and waddle home
 You don't wanna hear about it
 I don't wanna talk about
 It isn't hard to figure out
 Won't nothing ever change if don't nobody give a fuck about it
 We don't wanna hear about it
 We don't wanna talk about it
 I think it might be nearly time
 To build a rocket ship, say my goodbyes, and fly the fuck up out it
 The simulation is breaking
 I can see it in the stars that it's ours for the taking
 Make way for the A-team
 Shaping wings and made kings til we wake from the daydream
 Obey me, create things fate brings
 Fake paid streams, the May Queen ain't clean
 These playthings, they say things, wait
 It'll be a long time 'til we wake from the daydream

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Duration
03:49
Key
1
Tempo
176 BPM

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