Nobody’s looking up to care about a drone
All too busy looking down at our phone
Our ego’s begging for food like a dog from our feed
Refreshing obsessively until our eyes start to bleed
They serve up distractions and we eat them with fries
Until the bombs fall out of our ****ing skies
Turn off the TV
Turn off the news
Nothing to see here
They’re serving the blues
******** on my TV
******** on my radio
Hollywood telling me how to be me
The ********’s got to go
**Stevie Wonder breakdown**
This song ALONE oh my ****ing god
