VERSE 1: Tyler Durdin
U think I’m too old for this, too old to rap
Might be.. too old to please.. but I ain’t too old ta nap
Wake up at noon and now I’m feelin the groove
So put some vodka in my lemonade and make it nice & smooth
Turn off the tube, cruise and crank the tunes
Reminiscing with Pete Rock, James Todd and Cube
Son I’m a veteran you’re better off deadin it
Lesson 1 you need practice, I’m the Iverson don’t question it
Play it back, 3 more times and start digestin it
So what’s the answer, are you blind or are you des-per-ate
..Guess you invested, but I’m vested in perfectin it
In fact my imperfections are so blessed they made immaculate
Cause I don’t need a vaccine, a mask, or even abstinence
The only thing I’m catchin at my age a case a flatulence
So ask me this… all you activists and nationalists
Trolls, lost souls, all you laid backs and advocates
You naturalists, climate change deniers, and pacifists
Narcissistic antagonists and sadomasicists
You might be adamant, passive, or compassionate
But if ya passion lackin don’t get mad that you ain’t glad to live

HOOK: Kit Whitacre
Where did the love go
Where do we go from here
We got a ways to grow
This year, ain’t much to cheer
You can go and take it slow
Or you can go and live in fear
Some might say we’re near the end
I’d like to think the end is near

VERSE 2: Tyler Durdin
How come I’m always online but I feel disconnected
Now all the anger inside, I find is misdirected
Trying to fake it, make it through time so pick and choose
The wickedness ya witnessin’ been listenin’ to gin and juice
My money’s on your bullshit your mind get insufficient use
See you ain’t got a notion you just postin’ what you didn’t sleuth
You ain’t got emotion you just coast until you trip a fuse
So you believe the facts that they disguise to wrap the hidden truth
Anxious since my late teens, it made me want to skate on
Lately all the dissonance convinced me I should hate God
I’m peekin’ out my window every step feel like a chase scene
I’m paranoid that everybody left is tryin to waste me
It made me pessimistic I’m convinced we like the taste of greed
You feedin’ off the latest dirt when I’m just trying to rake it clean
…Yeah we divided everybody want the same things
The same car in the same lane, the same rain in the same stream
The same charm, same fame, and the same dreams
So what’s success in essence when we exit with the same fees
We want assistance or we tryin not to say please
That’s why there’s two sides relying on the same teams

HOOK: Kit Whitacre
Where did the love go
Where do we go from here
We got a ways to grow
This year, ain’t much to cheer
You can go and take it slow
Or you can go and live in fear
Some might say we’re near the end
I’d like to think the end is near