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The Streets

Conspiracy Theory Freestyle

 

Conspiracy Theory Freestyle

(album: None Of Us Are Getting Out Of This Life Alive - 2020)


Reaching up to the blackest lights
I hope and pray that it will carry me—

You know the truth like your phone knows the time
You set it and forget, but you forget to know why
All of history is a set of fricking lies
Agreed on by men and their decision-making wives
We pace and blame each other, fears raced to be saved by mother
I could take or leave this fun, no time to be taken, make for it, run
Woke up when the night was leaving the morning, lying on my bed
The illusion of a spiral staircase falling by into no end

We're not gonna live this way, we've got to stand up and change
(Where now do we go from here?)
We're not gonna live this way, we've got to stand up and change
(Where now do we go from here?)
We're not gonna live this way, we've got to stand up and change
(Where now do we go from here?)
We're not gonna live this way, we've got to stand up and change
(Where now do we go from here?)

You know the truth like your phone knows the time
You set it and forget, but you forget to know why
Trying to get you an adventure, so don't go along with fear
(Reaching up to the blackest lights)
If you're trying to get to heaven, I would not go from here
The more I do it, the more I'm mute
(I hope and pray that it will carry me away)
Never judge, it's always thankless
But if a girl ever calls you cute
Then you have to call her handsome
While we eat and compare stories
We sail away on thoughts
Like when you fell asleep on your parent's bed
And would wake up in yours
Friday, coffee's a grown-up drink
Go for broke when blokes show up
Saturday, beer's a grown-up drink
But on Sunday, water's the most grown-up
The world is round to stop you seeing too far down the road
Unless, of course, the world is credibly flat
(I sit and pray that it will carry me—)
But if you want you a conspiracy
There's an edible for that

We're not gonna live this way, we've got to stand up and change
(Where now do we go from here?)
We're not gonna live this way, we've got to stand up and change
(Where now do we go from here?)
We're not gonna live this way, we've got to stand up and change
(Where now do we go from here?)
We're not gonna live this way, we've got to stand up and change
(Where now do we go from here?)
We're not gonna live this way, we've got to stand up and change

done

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