2020 Vision from 2020 Vision by Sir Andrew the Bard + Jeffo
Tracklist
| 1. | 2020 Vision | 3:35 |
Lyrics
2020 VISION
As the world turns
As the world burns
We’re all gonna get what we deserve...
VERSE 1
This year can sit on a dirty dick
And I mean that just as I said it
Trump ain’t nothing more than a dirty trick
I’d say it to his face and I wouldn’t regret it
It’s a mad world
and I’m sad girl
Inconsequential pale blue dot
In the milky way swirl
Can’t care for each other, let alone this rock
Soon the hammer’s gonna drop
Promise me when it does we can meet under the ash
As it falls from the sky, light it up and then we’ll dance
The night away
Tell that Reaper hold up, we got the right of way
Til judgement day
Then we choke, cuz we provoked
Kick the bucket and croak, ribbit ribbit bitch
Still think this shit is a joke?
And if you can’t see it’s that serious, then you’re delirious
Period
CHORUS
Whole country’s embracing division
Whole world’s heading for a collision
Looking at neighbors like they opposition
And soon everyone will be in perdition
Where’d my life go? Who scheduled demolitions?
Man, I swear this shit was never the mission
Sitting in my living room watching TV with 20/20 vision
VERSE 2
Parallel Pandemics coming at’cha
Best be careful or you might catch a
Bullet or the 'rona, don’t know which is faster
All I know is this shit’s a disaster
Can’t help feel like I’m living in the basement
A few medical scares take me back to basics
Quit my job cuz my bosses realized they’re racist
And time and time again they refused to face it
So I peaced out that bitch, had to replace it
Set fire to the bridge, man who the fuck needs it?
Gotta find the latest version of me then feed it
So tired and unhappy, y’all I couldn’t believe it
Was all crashing down around me
Crumbling columns of identity drowned me
Fits of depression and anxiety surround me
To the year 2020, fuck you profoundly
CHORUS
VERSE 3
All things considered, I’m lucky as fuck
Living with a woman who I can’t help but love
My heart still works, veins still rush with blood
My fingers still strong to roll up the bud
You know how we do
But this country getting colder than an igloo
It’s scary when you count up all the issues
A cop or the ‘rona could kill you
In November, don’t press continue
Get a clue, my dudes it’s time to come through
Step the fuck up and flex that sinew
Don’t want to go back and have to redo
All the shit we done already been through
If you feel me nod your head like this
If opps show up bob and weave like this
Next step is make your hand into a fist
And resist, 2020 dismissed
CHORUS
