Protextor - Everything Don't Stop lyrics

[Intro] Everybody so stressed out pent up Everybody so let down and low [Verse 1] I believe in Spider-Man and I believe in Santa Claus and I believe in me myself and I because My Master Onion taught me That it's all within the mind So I'm that rapper dog I gotta believe! And I don't worry where my path is goin' You can read a prayer to me Don't matter where the pa**age from Whatever you need to see you there Energy in the seeds in the ground you sowin' We could be free of the grand illusion We just love seein' the camera's view so much That sometimes it's tough To tell what is truth in music Or real in movies Or love in p**n I'm filmin' you to prove I loved you once And f**ed you hard But everyone's a fan of the kinks these days And nobody needs the shame So f** it all Cuz who are we to say What love is? Cuz God… [Hook] Everybody so stressed out pent up Everybody so let down and low Everybody ya need to breathe Wherever you are Just take a seat You are everything And everything don't stop if you let go [Verse 2] It ain't the 80's It ain't the 90's This is the year that you were born to be in You can't afford not to see it I am of course the guiltiest Literally stealing ideas sampling sh** from the past But I preserve what I know I need to Not even Morris Day could get his time back And in the 90's I was so PC Now I mack Sometimes you need to bite the culture just to time track Just be careful when it bites back They'll catch you if live it like you look you read it in a book Better get the look quick, look – This is how we do it: It's a little bit aloofness with a new twist on illusion An ache for the past Disdain for the present And hate for the future [Hook] Everybody so stressed out pent up Everybody so let down and low Everybody ya need to breathe Wherever you are Just take a seat You are everything And everything don't stop if you let go [Verse 3] I multiply and keep my cult supplied with lullabies of others' lives The gra** is greener (Yeah) But only if you cut it right Kool-Aid man (Yeah) But the punch is spiked Jim Jones Abrahms for the Lost generation And the punchline's like – You f**in' die So what's a guy to do but try the tried and true? But what's try to a do but tying a kite string to a noodle? Loose grip and co*k it and pull it The bu*t hits your bu*tchin and busts it in two Pumps up a Kentucky republican like Yuh! f**in' blood again! Bruh, lovin' it! Gush What a rush it makes me wanna f** Over an immigrant Just to show I'm an American buck 3 points to the bigoted stickin' it to us with the stickers on their trucks Cuz these kids can do a flipkick with the stickers on their trucks And when you get it You'll be kickin' yourself for missin' all the fun The world's a business but we quit it Cuz we didn't like the boss You just don't get it You don't run sh** You run with it [Hook] Everybody so stressed out pent up Everybody so let down and low Everybody ya need to breathe Wherever you are Just take a seat You are everything And everything don't stop if you let go