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Grey Skies (Prod. by Villain) - text

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Cups up for the things that we've been through
We reminisce on the ways that we got by
Feeling anxious cause time is an issue
We do it all cause we know that the clock lies
We want a way out, we want a way in
Ambition mixed with dreams we never want it wasted
Red lights, grey skies, so we fake that
The struggle is the story and the story is amazing


I see the clock inside my phone just staring back at me
Like what we do with all our time could be a tragedy
But we ain't leaning on the apathy, we actually
Have started something big enough to call a fucking happening
With no sixth sense we are like the sixth man
Hustle for the clock ticks, hustle 'till we hit Japan
Throw a fucking hashtag, #occupy-everything
Stay up in the parks, let your democracy play Halloween
They love the face paint, they love the photo ops
The sitting pretty when their underlings play Photoshop
They cut the arts budget, they cut creative costs
They see themselves with wrinkled faces and no ???
The truth hurts but we're stronger for revealing it
Concealing where we fucked up's no way to deal with shit
Brow bag lunch, and I got a snack pack
Time to go to work even if it's in a snap-back
We're wearing different hats, we run in different circles
That clock is ticking but we're on our job so fuck a curfew




They march to the same beat, but everybody wanna sound off
They love when they when they say cheese, but our shadows seem to play ground-hog
Hibernate 'till mistakes I pay back, no time to recline or lay back
That passion is our pay-cheque, fuck a vowl, I'll solve it, say Jack
That wheel of fortune is a gambler with a bad hand
Kick it to the curb with the force of Mr.Van Damme
So cop a claudograph, we're work-a-holics intervening
On the status quo it seems as reckless as it is deceiving
I'm tying up my boots and managing addictions
Keep the moderation coming the prescription for our shitlist
Sitting on the throne watching all your minions bitching
Sounds impressive 'till you see the isolation that you live in
Damn -- gotta socialize. Open up and stay open eyed
Cold world turned your heart to stone. No poster boy, you just posterized
John Stocks over Mike Jord[an], the little things we fight for
Sound tracks of the light, big lights, big city when we strike that right chord

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