I know we both want to do the right thing But the needle in our compass is trembling Trapped in the flame as our house burns down Left for dead 'cause we can't find common ground We can't find common ground so we agree to burn it down We can't let it burn down so we need to find common ground It's so hard to find the truth When the other side wants to bury you, to bury you And it's so hard to find a way When the other side wants to play you like a game It's all about who's wrong and who's right Don't wanna learn, we just wanna fight If different thinkers are enemies Just think what we could be if our thoughts were in harmony I know we both want to do the right thing But the needle in our compass is trembling Trapped in the flame as our house burns down Left for dead 'cause we can't find common ground We can't find common ground so we agree to burn it down We can't let it burn down so we need to find common ground We're stuck in a maze of conviction Every path leads back to the beginning We've built these walls It's all about what's wrong and who's right Don't wanna learn, we just wanna fight We've been buried alive between dreams and reality Only the truth could set us free I know we both want to do the right thing But the needle in our compass is trembling Trapped in the flame as our house burns down Left for dead 'cause we can't find common ground Your heart's in the same place but your mind is a million miles away Your heart's in the same place but your mind is a million miles away And it's forcing us to separate Your heart's in the same place but your mind is a million miles away And it's forcing us to separate Your heart's in the same place but your mind is a million miles away Your heart's in the same place but your mind is a million miles away

Will I see you? Just talkin' 'bout what I see It's not opinion based, it's just, just shit I see The suburbs are filled with ebonics and trap sonics Frat boys saying "no cap, put racks on it" The dialect got a lil' splash of some black on it Cap and gowns bought by the money in dad's pockets White girls squattin', tryna get that ass poppin' Caught back talking to their mom and dad's often Reciting rap lyrics about murder and cash profit Get to feel like a thug but don't have to act on it Local homicide rates got 'em astonished Reading 'bout it on a laptop in pajamas Microsoft Office to complete their assignments Never seen the hood still can't help but have comments Never had a convo' with a kid from that climate That really has trauma, that really got taught to survive by any means Fuck bitches, stack commas Common ground ain't that common The festivals are filled with Larry Bird jerseys College students in a hurry to jump to a four-count and say the "n word" Business interns taking molly then percs Trampling on top of bodies in dirt Condescending suburban kids growing up to be rap journalists Writing urban myths about who they think is the best urban kid And who the worst is and who's authentic And what the real hip hop is, and who's all in it Thrift shopping for articles and garments that feel like they came from a foreign environment Second hand Bape Supreme and Gallery Department Anything to feel less harmless Adderall dealers, carrying round guns just to make it feel realer House with white pillars No rough just diamonds The education private, it's all by design and Common ground ain't that common

One off the bottom drowns out my problems I'll be back here tomorrow To hell with excuses, all those delusions I'll sit here in my sorrow But if you wanna come around (if you wanna come around) I'll be on a barstool way down town Pouring up another round (pouring up another round) Laying your memory six-feet down (six-feet down) Blowing smoke rings in the neon A cup of beam I can lean on I ain't felt a thing since I ain't been with her Cigarettes and liquor make the best painkiller Painkillers, pain, painkillers Cigarettes and liquor make the best painkillers Painkillers, pain, painkillers Cigarettes and liquor make the best painkillers I tried the pills and I tried the pew And half killed myself getting over you Danced with devil, he wasn't helpful Ain't nothing he could do (damn) Them Marlboro reds burnt a hole in my pocket There's a top shelf calling all the shots, and Since you ran out, I ran outta options Guess I finally lost it Blowing smoke rings in the neon A cup of beam I can lean on I ain't felt a thing since I ain't been with her Cigarettes and liquor make the best painkillers Painkillers, pain, painkillers Cigarettes and liquor make the best painkillers Painkillers, pain, painkillers Cigarettes and liquor make the best painkillers (Oh-whoa) I'm just tryna stay numb (Oh-whoa) since you said we're done (I'm blowing) blowing smoke rings in the neon A cup of beam I can lean on I ain't felt a thing since I ain't been with her Cigarettes and liquor make the best painkillers Painkillers, pain, painkillers Cigarettes and liquor make the best painkillers Painkillers, pain, painkillers Cigarettes and liquor make the best painkillers (Oh-whoa, oh-whoa, oh-whoa) Cigarettes and liquor make the best painkillers