Reductive

[Verse 1: PremRock]
Uh, he said it's all reactionary
The same four walls, only the captains vary
Go and wipe the slate clean, mammy
Pick the plate clean, arrive late to the scene
But on time for debating the dream
Not only sip the Kool-Aid, you damn near licked the ladle clean
I don't believe in lead character, perhaps it's more charisma
To ensnare to what's been flaring up and watch a fake [?]
Down with the ship, I guess, lately that's a theme
I baritonе pattern burst through the Florida room
And sick it how I see it, skirting on the north of doom
Dеclare your own action first, a real who's who or who's due
Or who's the crew that's more attuned
No punches thrown, I show up to the luncheon stoned
Battle comes in bunches, feel the psalm like Smashing Pumpkins tunes
And the function's flumping one thumb, I'm on the move
It felt rather novel, even cowgirls get the blues
Dress that wound that's been opened up, but make it fashion
Clothe this of broken shrug, departed for this break in action
Your empathy get token, I can tell the way you hold it up
So go ahead and hold it up
I'm sitting at the zenith, peaceful, retract the leases with the demons
I wish I hadn't seen it like most sequels
Believe it or not, bulimic, we do bleed for what we know
Soft-spoken though, you should see him at a show

[Chorus: PremRock, & Curly Castro]
And I know it sounds reductive
But I'd be careful who I fuck with
Yeah, I know it sounds reductive
But I'd be careful who I fuck with
And I know it sounds reductive
But I'd be careful who I fuck with
Me, I know it sounds reductive
But I'd be careful who we fuck with

[Verse 2: PremRock]
Tickled pink, grateful dead, ripple through the ink
Chose to blame it on his faith, instead laid crippled on the vista
It just was, ambition brought him to the brink
But God left him hanging on the fist bump
It's tough, let it pour product of that Marshawn
And I'm late for the wedding address written on his palm
And the sunset in the cold bathe for a lush set
And the beats raking in coal, plus this dust intrepid
Kinda taking them back though where the dust was settling
Paranoia in the soil, distrust in the bloodletting
Perhaps it's been forsaken or been taken as a toll
Scrappin' the morbid statement, maybe he's the same
You can store it as scorn or use it as payment for the troll
And that's some bridge-burning, we can learn from its glow
The unabridged version, you know?
Regrets lined up like murderers' row, yo

[Chorus: PremRock & Zilla Rocca]
And I know it sounds reductive
But I'd be careful who I fuck with
I know it sounds reductive
But I'd be careful who I fuck with
And I know it sounds reductive
But I'd be careful who I fuck with
And I know it sounds reductive
But I'd be careful who I fuck with