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Please shut up
Everybody shut up
Can’t even think everybody spitting gutter
Five, six, ten drinks, throw the glass nurse the udder
Looking down at the street, fifteen-story come up
Fuck
Highly functional, highly fucking irritable
Highly musical, flow sick physical bill
They know you pussy open up because Schrödinger will
Superposition dead inside but living on still
Aah, shit
Shots till I’m feeling nothing
Aah shit
Gunshot till I’m feeling nothing

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Credits, Cast & Crew of Song “#BLACKBALLOONSCHALLENGE”

  • Produced: Flying Lotus
  • Written: Wiser Observer
  • Release Date: July 14, 2020

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[Verse 1]

Please shut up
Everybody shut up
Can’t even think everybody spitting gutter
Five, six, ten drinks, throw the glass nurse the udder
Looking down at the street, fifteen-story come up
Fuck
Highly functional, highly fucking irritable
Highly musical, flow sick physical bill
They know you pussy open up because Schrödinger will
Superposition dead inside but living on still
Aah, shit
Shots till I’m feeling nothing
Aah shit
Gunshot till I’m feeling nothing

[Verse 2]

Okay, okay, I’m not feeling okay
I’ve been feeling no shame
And my body work late
Fight my demons with my demons dark on dark violence
Violins pull the strings bittersweet symphony
Snapped the strings to my heart ya’ll on some wild shit
Riddled with trauma from the start laugh at the wrong shit
Paranoia build into song I avoid the bong hits
I avoid the conflicts
But pushed in a corner, pushing your options
Pushing your limits pushing you into the subconscious
Muddy up your prospects
Woah

[Verse 3]

It’s way too late for new talk
Nihilism sets in at dark
It’s way too late for coupons
I’m not buying the optimism you put on
Where do you get off?
You’re driving me crazy
Happy motherfuckers raised up as soft babies
Or bigoted worship to white-faced deities
Whoop there it is
Somewhere I’ll face the penalty
Sometimes I get ahead of me
This life man I’m not friends with it
Can’t be friends with my colleagues
I set some boundaries
Lunchtime I’m trying to eat

[Verse 4]

Here we go again bring your friends and your family
Déjà vu, kung fu now I’m kicking it
Social media’s so sickening, but I keep plugging in
Have to get these likes for my mixtape listenings
Ooh
Carousels spinning
And my phone keeps pinging
Rhyme books keep singing
Ears won’t stop rining
Broke folk keep blinging
I hate this city
Wade through the mud
Wade through it all
Dry it all off and you’re still dusted up