[Intro: Tom Petty] I'm tired of srewin' up, tired of goin' down Tired of myself Tired of this town
[Verse 1 E-dubble] Small pond, big pond, the fish are the only difference City outta harmony lingering on the dissonance Fisherman, wrapping up citizens with their fishing nets Sometimes chemical, some plain old imprisonment Dissidents laughing at themselves as if they had a voice Acting like technology really gives them a better choice Protect our borders as we stack up our elitism Defeatism is what we pretend that we keep believin' in I'm straddling both lines, the quietest re-volt Politicians fake like they caring that we-vote Legalese ver-bose, cause if its plain english Then us add, ritalin, riddled children might get it And if they do, then your fucked, when they know what's up You might start seeing public servants dressed as little punks No tie, no suit they just lookin for some truth Campaign funds came from hacked ATM booths Talkin' grass roots, man they talkin' run and shoot I just sit back and figure out what the fuck to do And of course I want the loot but everyone should have the freedom first Tryna find a balance between callous and liberal bleeding jerk One hand in my pocket, one fist in the air White guy from the suburbs like I probably shouldn't care But fuck this establishment, I really ain't havin it Manipulate like machiavelli until I'm grabbin it
[Hook: Tom Petty] I feel summer creepin' in and I (3x) I'm tired of this town
[Verse 2: E-dubble] Me too Tom Shift gears, 6th gear, mash it until I get there Illadelphia state of mind until I get my head clear DMV stand up, Baltimore and what The politics of everything suck, so just man up Don't know what to stand for at least I'm still upright Even those on the down low can be uptight Not me, I'm me, balls in my hand When I'm spittin' cause my potency's stronger than any mans And I'm never laying down, my feet are not in the sand Only vacations we get are at the bottom of a glass Top me off again, poppin' vodka for a tan This fifth is like a time machine or a weekend in japan Line by line my rhymes revealin' just what's inside of me Nothing to be proud of but at least I get it outta me How did he, trick the doctor out of a lobotomy Whatever he's got should probably be put inside a bottle please FDA approval then it fixes the economy Rationality becomes the standard for the commonry Less bombings and a sharp decline in whose in poverty Suddenly the nobel peace prize goes to a rhymer like Bang!
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