Rust in the Rain Lyrics

And i discovered

What

With a deeper truth of what I am

And what I perceive as hate

At this point

I felt the darkness

Wanting to take me away

It's sad people take pills to feel

Like what they used to feel like

It's sad people buy lottery tickets

Hoping one lucky moment

Could change they whole lives

It's sad

Growing up with parents that are there

But the dope

Got em mentally checked out

It's sad

The suffering that we be thinking

That we deserve

We continue to play out

It's sad

What we have to put up with

It's sad

What we have to put up with

When I was degrading

Like rust in the rain

You came and saved

When I was degrading like rust in the rain

The sound of the matrix breaking at it's core

So long to the memories that we held

That held us back

The frontier in front of us

It's changed by our touch

Ya'll don't even understand

Fucking frequency

Frequency

Frequency

Frequency

Mother fuck fuck the memory

You can't start

Writing the next chapter of your life

If you keep re reading the last one

That you wrote

I'm not anti social

I'm a nebula

I'm actually an extrovert excellent irregular

I just ain't got the time

To be arguing over Trump and Obama

nineeleven and Osama Bin Laden

I'd rather be talking about real qorld problems

Not rich people

That don't give a fuck about us

Fuck dem billionares

Fuck their drama

Fuck the drama

Fuck the drama

I'm like the salt flat in Bolivia

The bordline between Shangri La

Heaven and Earth

Alien birth

People and animals in cages

Everywhere that I look and it hurts

Part Prison

Part warzone

Part planet

Part home

This is planet Earth

Going hard on a muthafucka

This is planet Earth

Going hard on a muthafucka

And I discovered what

With a deeper truth of what I am

And what I perceive as hate

At this point

I felt the darkness

Wanting to take me away

When I was degrading

Like rust in the rain

You came and saved

When I was degrading like rust in the rain

Roll that shit back bitch

Frequency

Frequency

Frequency

Mother fuck fuck the memory