What’s The Move?

[Verse 1: ben]
Preaching to a deaf choir
Making every situation dire
Selling false sense of self, now we're all a buyer
Need help, open for hire
Disappointed by desire
Roll my eyes like a tire
Sitting quietly in a house on fire
Not enough strength to douse it
Why did I allow this to happen?
I think I think too much
Feel like I'm in a clutch
Say the world is ours, I don't see it as such
Can't be at parties, she says, "what's the rush?"
Music smooth, but the feeling far from lush
Burning down, 'till I'm dust
Can't fucking sleep, up past dusk
Ah, up past dusk
Ah, burning to dust

[Hook: ben]
Don't need to be approved
They say, "whats the move?"
Look at you like I'm dead, from the neck down
In a ripped gown, thrown around
Can't get up, no one to stand my ground
Eyes panned down, cries inbound
Don't need to be approved
They say, "whats the move?"
Look at you like I'm dead, from the neck down
In a ripped gown, thrown around
Can't get up, no one to stand my ground
Eyes panned down, cries inbound

[Verse 2: BLKMSK]
Yeah
Yeah I smoke all this shit up
Make me cough, make me hiccup
In a loft, tryna switch up
I’m the boss, y’all just kiss ups
Yeah this ain’t no game of pick up
Pick your bitch up with a swift touch
Sittin' knowin' that you missed us
I’m with ben you best listen up
Yeah, uh
Stack all this money, monopoly
You more Homer Simpson than odyssey
I’m feeling like Pac, got the eyes on me
Oh you is so real, the hypocrisy
I might go and burn this democracy
No law enforcement bitch is stopping me
Cause all of this money is copper free
Bitch
I’m faded as fuck
Driving around got the Asian shit up
My windows is down and I’m racing the sun
Knowin' I’m gonna get home after one
These is the nights that I really have fun
These is the type of the days that I want
Worry 'bout shit while I smoke on a blunt
Bitch I’m gassed up go and hand me a tum
Yeah, what?
Fluorescent street signs that be blindin' my eyes
On the highway, I’m high off my mind
Slipping away is the seconds in time
Minutes and hours be passing me by
Bumpin' Pharcyde while I’m on my ride
Driving down Route 46 on the side
Float out the car up onto the sky
Shit

[Hook: ben]
Don't need to be approved
They say, "whats the move?"
Look at you like I'm dead, from the neck down
In a ripped gown, thrown around
Can't get up, no one to stand my ground
Eyes panned down, cries inbound
Don't need to be approved
They say, "whats the move?"
Look at you like I'm dead, from the neck down
In a ripped gown, thrown around
Can't get up, no one to stand my ground
Eyes panned down, cries inbound