Fallout ft. Upgrade & Reed Whorten Lyrics

Hmm Everything is so beautiful

(Clears throat)

I feel normal when I'm breathin' in this acid fog

Plastic gods, worshiped by these sheep with elastic hearts

Class just started two hours ago, I'm in a ratchet car

Sittin' in the parking lot, puffin' on my last cigar

Askin' god, "What good is the strength of Odin without no ass to guard?!"

If natural causes kill me or I'm blasted by a massive war

Either that or they'll tax me til I'm at the door

Then ask for more, my debts so high it never seen no max before

Back n' forth

Tryin' to get it known but still they watch me wallow

To busy designing the foam in their macchiatos

So I roam alone in a zone full of botched reality

Robots surrounding me, on throwns and if not they follow

Your posse grovels at the feet of other sloppy gatos

But I rather walk around the street like Rocky Marciano

Black pianos playin' eulogies for fallen soldiers

It's funny how it's new to me yet it's almost over

My coldest shoulder is both of them cause I'm frozen over

But my soul is smoldering, followed by crows and known by vultures

Hold my pulse and you'll be comatose and at the most convulsions

I've been so impulsive lately I just might unload the whole clip

Toxic, too many things in this world are toxic

Still gotta move like clockwork when the clock ticks

Watch this, I can turn my brain to a Glock clip

Hot spit, turn a quiet train to a mash pit

Toxic, too many things in this world are toxic

Still gotta move like clockwork when the clock ticks

Watch this, I can turn my brain to a Glock clip

Hot spit, turn a quiet train to a mash pit

Insert battery to start, lost value in the art

Mark calendars and stagger in the dark

When the water we supplying is evaporating fog

And we calibrating chemicals we salivating on

Missing food source, use force, trashing babylon

When the people are the biggest threat on planets we are on

Got us strapped-heavy armed, in our shack-setting bombs

We adapt, or collapse, setting traps-and alarms

Hitting dead stock , head shops, linger in the next pot

Mingling at rest stops, fingering your fem bots

Swimming in the radiation , women children segregated

Dressing for the war your in your clothing show affiliation

Building houses over land the day before your digging graves in

Think of 40 years ago and how you wish your changing places

No cash app for mad max, act fast

Do not back track your stabbed back,

Toxic, too many things in this world are toxic

Still gotta move like clockwork when the clock ticks

Watch this, I can turn my brain to a Glock clip

Hot spit, turn a quiet train to a mash pit

Toxic, too many things in this world are toxic

Still gotta move like clockwork when the clock ticks

Watch this, I can turn my brain to a Glock clip

Hot spit, turn a quiet train to a mash pit