Baby love, baby child, you’re gonna die
All your friends, all the flowers, gonna die
So, why you so shy? Why you so shutoff?
You’re running out of time
I want you to fly, I want you to pop off
Way up into the sky
Mama always said, “You got to find yourself a mantra”
(Fuck no)
To living in the basement
(Fuck no)
To my one sweet life squeezed tight in the vice grip
(Fuck no)
To the 9-5 suicide, bleeding like a stuck pig
(Fuck no, fuck no)
Fuck no to living in the matrix
I forget all the time I’m gonna die
But then again, I’m divine, nobody dies
So, why am I so stressed? Why am I so depressed?
I’m running out of time
Mama always said, “You got to find yourself a mantra”
(Fuck no)
To living in the basement
(Fuck no)
To my one sweet life squeezed tight in the vice grip
(Fuck no)
To the 9-5 suicide, bleeding like a stuck pig
(Fuck no, fuck no)
Fuck no to living in the matrix
My mama always said, “You gotta find yourself a mantra”
Buddha said, Voodoo said, Guru said, Rumi said
All the Dali Lamas, all the snake charmers
“You gotta get cosmic, gotta kiss God”
But poppa always said, “Gotta find yourself a job”
But mama said, “Nah, gotta find yourself a mantra”
(Fuck no)
To living in the basement
(Fuck no)
To my one sweet life squeezed tight in the vice grip
(Fuck no)
To the 9-5 suicide, bleeding like a stuck pig
(Fuck no, fuck no)
Fuck no to living in the matrix
(Fuck no, baby love, baby child)
Fuck no to living in the matrix
(Fuck no, baby love, baby child)
Fuck no to my one sweet life squeezed tight in the vice grip
(Fuck no, baby love, baby child)
And to the 9-5 suicide, bleeding like a stuck pig
(Fuck no, fuck no, baby love, baby child)
Fuck no to living in the matrix