Quarantina

[Verse 1: Green T]
If we had another chance would we pass it up, would we shrug it off and do the same shit again?
If we had another chance would we pass it up, would we shrug it off and do the same shit again?
Hey... One... day... to the next
Stumbled up the cliff and tumbled off the apex
Monumental tidal wave roared in the distance
Not a soul listened
The voices from the palace speak the jargon of war
And don’t even use it as a metaphor
Ironic doesn’t feel like a shortage of the F-35’s what the front lines are pleading with the dealers for
No more, no more
And even while anxiety proliferates
Who could not be thrilled by the swell of birdsong in the city
Peacocks dancing at the traffic light
Silence in the skies and bursts of blossoms under glancing light
The tragedy unfolds before the eyes
But rapidly the hindsight dismantles the surprise
Peering from the wreckage of a train that’s been careening down this track for years
The trees mock the engineers

[Verse 2: FP]
No chance I won't sleep till dead
So damn lit for weeks on end
Grown man spit for sleepy heads
Comb that script gold easter eggs
Each and ev-ry anomaly
Is gonna be a buttery anthology apologies
Uh, shocking the economy with all the heat
Wall street flooded by the quantity of quality
Don't speak ill of my posse
Might end up on the grill or hibachi
Quill liberace, ink stained fingers
Deal with the moxy, thick paint ninjas
Still pain lingers, hurt on the canvas
Murdering tracks on the banks of Atlantis
Vanishing bandits, assassin with larynx
We tearing shit narrowly clearly in balance
Peace, shut your mouth
Talking about Jerome's in the house
Poking around in the vocalist lounge
Might get the clowns bent over the couch
Fuck it a balcony, wizard of alchemy
Gripping the steel like it's falconry
Call in the cavalry no one can battle me
Lest they end up like a calorie
Shattered like cannabinoides
Vanish the toys to magical voids
Alice and hatter now passing the joints
Drowning out all of the pandering noise
Boy, kamikaze
On point toss like a game of bocce
So on top, we be confused for Illuminati
Sip cold rhubarb lassi