QUESTIONS SONG

[Verse 1: CHRIST DILLINGER]
Why don’t they have parachutes on airplanes? If the plan crashes and there’s parachutes on the airplane, we could all escape, but for some reason they just don’t put those on there. Always wondered why that is. Why do they call it "OG gangster weed"? Doesn’t "OG" already mean "gangster"? Is it just "OG" weed, and if it is just OG weed, how, what makes a weed "gangster"? Can anyone smoke gangster weed"? Why do niggas call weed "gangster"? If I’m not a gangster—, if the weed gets caught up in some kind of... —can I smoke "gangster weed"? ...investigation and it, it, involves somе kind like of snitching, ya' know, some kind of like, allеgations, after would it still be "gangster weed"? What’s "not gangster weed"? Is it like "civilian weed"? Would it then just become regular weed? Like, would OG Kush just be "regular Kush" or "original Kush"? "Civilian Kush"? Mm, uh, nah.​

[Verse 2: Lil Darkie]
"Civilian weed"? You’re right, they don’t have parachutes on airplanes, that’s really weird. They have life-vests on cruise-ships. You’d think that's something that would stop people from, from dying, like from, like falling to their deaths from a plane if the plane crashed. Why don’t we like, do anything anymore? We just like, say a lot of things. Like, people are like, "Ah, the Native American’s land is being taken.", but like, you don’t actually give a shit about Native Americans, you just like, act like it when you see it, like, in front of your face. Most of you guys don’t give a fuck about a single Native American. I challenge you figure out who the fuck had to be moved from the land for you to have your house and your town where it is. You don’t give a fuck about that, I don’t give a fuck about that. I’m not giving my house to a Native American.​

[Verse 3: EDDISON & BLCKK]
I don’t have any questions about anything
I have a couple questions, Where’s your mom? Where’s your dad? Where’s your tits? Where’s your ass? Where’s your bitch? She is bad. Where’s the store? I want to spend cash. Why do all of these turtles eat straws? Makin' niggas use paper straws, that shit is flawed. Nobody cares about your Twitter account. Bitch, nobody cares about your shoes. Bitch, where the fuck did you get those shoes? Them ugly ass shoes? Gang, where the in the fuck are the drugs that I want? Everywhere, nigga. Bitch, where in the fuck is that hot dog stand at? Them hotdogs was fire. They don’t put parachutes on planes 'cause they want you to catch on fire. Maybe that’s the reason there’s aliens, maybe that’s the reason they’re hiding the aliens. Shout-out the Native Americans, they keep it a G and they hard. Shout-out to German cars, vroom. Why do all animals shit on the floor? Why do all animals bark at the door? Why are most animals scared of most things? How do animals understand a single thing? Why can’t one animal understand everything? Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang.​

[Verse 3: MKULTRA]
Why do people love to hate? Why do things we once loved cause us so much pain? Why do I like to get naked and dance in the rain? These are the questions we have to ask at least once in our lifetime. Why do we like asking questions? Why can’t we just be content with the way things are? Why wasn’t I born a Russian Tsar? Why was I born in this particular time and place? In this spot? In this race? Why was I born with this face? Why does everyone say I look like Aaron Paul? I’ve never even seen "Breaking Bad". Why do people get mad when I say I’ve never seen "Breaking Bad"? I guess I really got to see "Breaking Bad". Uh, why do I not know things?

[Verse 4: Wendigo & BRUHMANEGOD]
Why are there, um, gay people? Because gay people have no biological, uh, use, ya' know? They can’t like, create more life so like, there’s really no need for them 'cause they’re just gonna die. But, on that note too, it’s like, why are there straight people? Because like, if they can create life, that life’s just gonna to die too. (Yeah, right, right) Like, why are there people who stand in front of the Deli all day 'cause like, do they not know that they’re gonna die? (That’s exactly what I’m saying) Like, they’re just spending all that—, whatever man.​

[Verse 5: BRUHMANEGOD]
Yeah, and, a big question I have is, why won’t, why won’t BLCKK get on the song? Like, why can’t we just get BLCKK on the song? He’s only on like, a couple songs and he needs to get on the song Why is BLCKK not black? Why is BLCKK white? See, these are the questions that boggle my fuckin' mind everyday. Why does Cube have such a big-ass bed in his room? Why can’t I sleep? Why can’t I sleep? Why do I—, why am I up until six in the morning every single night, I don’t understand. I know I’m doing something wrong, I just like, I don’t, I don’t know what it could, it could possibly be. I can’t think of any way I’d change my daily, ordinary routine and tradition. On a personal level, I’m just like, I’m not acquit to do that shit. I, I stick with what I know, I don’t know shit. I don’t know shit about anything really. I don’t, I don’t give a shit about anything that actually matters, I’m, I just like, I like sleeping, yes, and that’s really it.​