To the Rhythm - Inside Cuts

Are we crazy? Living our lives through a lens Trapped in our white-picket fence Like ornaments So comfortable, we live in a bubble, a bubble So comfortable, we cannot see the trouble, the trouble Aren't you lonely Up there in utopia Where nothing will ever be enough? Happily numb So comfortable, we live in a bubble, a bubble So comfortable, we cannot see the trouble, the trouble Ah, so good Your rose-colored glasses on And party on Turn it up, it's your favorite song Dance, dance, dance to the distortion Turn it up, keep it on repeat Stumbling around like a wasted zombie Yeah, we think we're free Drink, this one is on me We're all chained to the rhythm To the rhythm to the rhythm Turn it up, it's your favorite song Dance, dance, dance to the distortion Turn it up, keep it on repeat Stumbling around like a wasted zombie Yeah, we think we're free Drink, this one is on me We're all chained to the rhythm To the rhythm to the rhythm Are we tone deaf? Keep sweeping it under the mat Thought we can do better than that I hope we can So comfortable, we live in a bubble, a bubble So comfortable, we can't see the trouble, the trouble Aha, so good (so good) Your rose-colored glasses on And party on Turn it up, it's your favorite song Dance, dance, dance to the distortion Turn it up, keep it on repeat Stumbling around like a wasted zombie Yeah, we think we're free Drink, this one is on me We're all chained to the rhythm To the rhythm to the rhythm Turn it up, it's your favorite song Dance, dance, dance to the distortion Turn it up, keep it on repeat Stumbling around like a wasted zombie Yeah, we think we're free Drink, this one is on me We're all chained to the rhythm To the rhythm to the rhythm It is my desire Break down the walls to connect, inspire Ay, up in your high place, liars Time is ticking for the empire The truth they feed is feeble As so many times before They greed over the people They stumbling and fumbling and we're about to riot They woke up, they woke up the lions (woo!) Turn it up, it's your favorite song Dance, dance, dance to the distortion Turn it up, keep it on repeat Stumbling around like a wasted zombie Yeah, we think we're free Drink, this one is on me We're all chained to the rhythm To the rhythm to the rhythm It goes on, and on, and on (turn it up) It goes on, and on, and on It goes on, and on, and on (It goes on) 'cause we're all chained to the rhythm

Hey babe Stick around for a while You may find All the homies headin' out We can try To get lost and left behind To ourselves Be a shame to waste this time Cause there's a rhythm to the night Girl set me on fire Girl show me your desires You know I do it right girl Feel the rhythm to the night girl Come along, come along Babe you know we are Goin' on and on You know you do no wrongs Little lady even if you tried You will never fail to keep up by my side Cause there's a rhythm to the night Girl set me on fire Girl show me your desires You know I do it right girl Feel the rhythm to the night girl

Dear reader, unearth me Before I fade to black These pages, razor blades Secrets I can't take back Don't you dare, you promised That's where I spill my guts My hopes and vitriols Big words and paper cuts I wrote those words to you And every bit was true But you were not meant to read them Those words were mine Unveil me, my diary Like ghosts here from the past Will follow without mercy Some words were built to last aeons I wrote those words to you And every bit was true But you were not meant to read them Those words were mine I wrote those words to you And there wasn't much else to do But you were not meant to read them Those words weren't mine These pages Razor blades Secrets I can't take back

(Ghosty) Look It's incredible scenes You can't make this up Two times that a man lost blood Football and paper cuts I see them man hatin' 'nuff Fuck, why you gotta make it tough? Wife talk, I break that up Trust, she can never make that us This beef ain't mental Me and bro in a buss down rental Pissed cah the rideout unsuccessful Wasted trip from Central Should've invoiced my man for the petrol That girl got a shape that's dreadful Pencil, body come thin like Red Bull Young G on a rise, Kensal True, my little nigga outlines like stencils What's happenin'? (Wagwan?) He got touched and he got touched It's getting embarrassing Got a ting called Meg Five foot ten, wants me to marry it She can have this horse's dick It's calm if Megan a stallion Heard suttin' got touched in Vale I was in France eating asparagus Pause, the Porsche got a horse 'Course, I don't need no chariot Dead ting wanna be wifey We can't even be companions My young G is carryin' Make him feel the force like Anakin, it's- It's incredible scenes You can't make this up Two times that a man lost blood Football and paper cuts I see them man hatin' 'nuff Fuck, why you gotta make it tough? Wife talk, I break that up Trust, she can never make that us So, what are you sayin'? I don't know about them man But us man know not to write statements My bro got shots for his flavours Same way we got shots for our paigons Young G in a new country taking over That's colonisation Fuck your organisation, hatin' You must think that we're gaming My little bro did him inside out That's hand-eye coordination That nigga there would've dropped that day True say, the mandem did save him Now, he wanna call out paigon Ragin', how you gonna make that statement? Like, how you gonna make that- How you gonna make that work? Back below the average, baby How you gonna make that twerk? Like, how you gonna make that shake? Wait, how you gonna make that move? If I said he's been touched, I'm lying But it's on-sight 'til I make that true It's incredible scenes You can't make this up Two times that a man lost blood Football and paper cuts I see them man hatin' 'nuff Fuck, why you gotta make it tough? Wife talk, I break that up Trust, she can never make that us Anytime of day Bang for bro, that's famos Girls wanna go on dates Take a man out like Ramos Still can't dead this beef Release it like bro said, "Man on" This war last him an infinity Man do it like Hulk and Thanos

(Renegade, Renegade, Renegade) I-I make it rain in this bitch, strippers mad 'cause I'm giving 'em paper cuts (hey, hey) We put a bag on your head, get him knocked off, I told him don't play with us (hey, hey) Only the gang in my house, if you ain't with the gang, you can't stay with us (hey, hey) My money counter just broke, I was flicking my thumb, got a paper cut (hey, hey) I make it rain in this bitch, strippers mad 'cause I'm giving 'em paper cuts (hey, hey) We put a bag on your head, get him knocked off, I told him don't play with us (hey, hey) On-only the gang in my house, if you ain't with the gang, you can't stay with us (hey, hey) My money counter just broke, I was flicking my thumb, got a paper cut (hey, hey) Shawty feel safe with a real nigga, we in the Coupe and that stick with us I'm 'bout to run out the restaurant, if you ain't gang, you can't sit with us (gang, gang) My poppa hit the McChicken inside of his closet, I picked it up No, I ain't shoot it that day, but I felt like a shooter, I lifted up Niggas, they know about 3oh, you try run up on me, that shit it ain't easy Shawty keep sending me pictures, she got on them Vicky's, I told her don't tease me I came a long way, believe me Now they in line just to meet me Slide in your block in your 'Rari, I'm in and out so quick, them niggas ain't see me I make it rain in this bitch, strippers mad 'cause I'm giving 'em paper cuts (hey, hey) We put a bag on your head, get him knocked off, I told him don't play with us (hey, hey) Only the gang in my house, if you ain't with the gang, you can't stay with us (hey, hey) My money counter just broke, I was flicking my thumb, got a paper cut (hey, hey) I make it rain in this bitch, strippers mad 'cause I'm giving 'em paper cuts (hey, hey) We put a bag on your head, get him knocked off, I told him don't play with us (hey, hey) Only the gang in my house, if you ain't with the gang, you can't stay with us (hey, hey) My money counter just broke, I was flicking my thumb, got a paper cut (hey, hey) Hey, hey, hey, hey My fingers got paper cuts I sip out a dirty cup Sticked up, these niggas can't murder us High top, but it's a convertible 700 horses had me skirting up I ain't shit like them lil' boys you heard about He'll spin your whole block just for word-to-mouth Rose gold on me, I'm the golden child Walk in Neimans, I said you can smell it loud Get that fuckboy, don't fuck with no pedophile I'm too high, ain't no way Gunna coming down These ain't Nikes but I run the town How I spend 15 racks on a couple pounds? How you say that's your dog, you ain't buss him down? Make it rain and I hope don't nobody drown I make it rain in this bitch, strippers mad 'cause I'm giving 'em paper cuts (hey, hey) We put a bag on your head, get him knocked off, I told him don't play with us (hey, hey) Only the gang in my house, if you ain't with the gang, you can't stay with us (hey, hey) My money counter just broke, I was flicking my thumb, got a paper cut (hey, hey) I make it rain in this bitch, strippers mad 'cause I'm giving 'em paper cuts (hey, hey) We put a bag on your head, get him knocked off, I told him don't play with us (hey, hey) Only the gang in my house, if you ain't with the gang, you can't stay with us (hey, hey) My money counter just broke, I was flicking my thumb, got a paper cut (hey, hey) Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey My finger's got paper cut (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey) My finger's got paper cut