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letra de what it is - average rap band

[intro: sample]
professor frankfurt, thanks for popping in today to tell us about bullshit
what, what first brought you, a professional philosopher, to bullshit?
what is your theory of bullshit?
what is bullshit?
(you know, i was trained as an -n-lytic philosopher)
(uh, and -n-lytical philosophy is characterized by) bullshit

[verse 1]
just another twenty four sitting on a spinning ball
somewhere in infinity until i hit a wall
way too many thoughts, what i got the henny for
don’t drink much anymore but i’m when i’m bored
or insecure i’m headed for the
[laughs]
(let’s do it again here, get up a little bit)
(run it back)
just another twenty four sitting on a spinning ball
somewhere in infinity until i hit a wall (ouch)
too many thoughts, what i got the henny for
really don’t drink that much anymore but i’m when i’m bored
or insecure i’m headed for the liquor store to get a cure
let it pour, get a 40 and forget it all
every thought, rick and morty forever more
never fall off, never lose, never check the score
clever dork, should’ve got a medal for the metaphor
the best you never saw in any record store
they’ll probably find me when i’m dead like the stegosaurus
but i been dead before i was ever born, so
what’s the point of it all, if there was even one
i really don’t believe in none of that ‘one day we become
the stars’ kinda shit, man i been too busy being young
i been a c-nt all of my life i never claimed to be a nun
i got no time to feed the b-m, when i’m done i bet i come
back as one, and i bet, n-body will leave me one
crumb in the next life, trynna get my head right
before i turn a fiancé into an ex-wife
gotta squeeze her cheeks when she’s reaching for the bed light
a little bit of head before i rest my head, nice
that’s what i like, why i gotta lie? what am i?
but another guy, i ain’t wanna try philosophize shit
i just wanna write, i don’t wanna fight about what is right
i ain’t got all night, gotta flight in the morn
i’m bored, yawn, anybody got a light?
everybody got a right to say what they like, i know
so i’d like to say ‘i hope that you drop and die’
maybe then you’ll be happy that you got a life
give a f-ck if you gotta lotta likes, what is life
when you’re not alive, why does every line gotta rhyme?
f-ck this, how many drunk trust fund kids
does that it take before mature discussions
become some ruckus with drunken f-ckwits?
can we all just agree to disagree it just is what it is
what it is, what it is, ow!

[verse 2]
just another day as they say same state of mind
if i’m scr-ping by or getting paid
ain’t chasing my dreams no more, just letting fate do his work
cause f-ck all ever happens for the few who deserve to be heard
still the world turns f-ck the early bird and his worm
hope the seas eat the earth and first world
drowns in the money never shared cause they never cared
cleared from the land that was never theirs
better get prepared or your death better yet better get a beer
chill why you thinking bout that shit i thought you never scared
well, i was lying can’t deny the fear inside of me
driving me so i don’t have to think about what might of been
i might as well find a pen and write again
but why is the horizon always moving no matter how hard i try and get a little closer
just another thing i’ll never know
until i make it there or i’m comatose overdosed
but who really cares sit at home blowing os in the air
watch them disappear guess that’s how it goes
no one’s there in the end don’t pretend that you didn’t know
focus on the present it’s the one thing that will never go
henn & c-ke when i’m low i don’t like to sip it straight
till i’m typsy then i’m sniffing blow off of dinner plates
used to only think bout getting laid when it’s getting late
now it’s getting straight, haven’t slept in seven days
okay that’s exaggerated but you get what i’m saying
trying to get my head on straight and my pen upon the page
before i lose em both to the black hole that’s been calling me
over being broke man i can’t even afford to feed a beggar
but its whatever don’t really give a shit
i don’t know why i’m here man i don’t why i exist
and i don’t know why i thought about it since i was a kid
but i don’t want to -n-lyse no more it just is what it is
what it is, what it is

[outro: sample]
okay, yes; we are bored
we’re all bored now
but has it ever occurred to you wally
that the process that creates this boredom that we see in the world
now may very well be a self-perpetuating, unconscious form of brainwashing
created by a world totalitarian government based on (bullshit)

- average rap band

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