Wanted / Wasted (feat. Astronautalis)

It takes what it takes

A little vague, but I'll make it work, thanks

That's Minnesota on the mind

I know every lyric of The Decline, and sing it back

Been living that, might as well know the soundtrack

That blank stare that doesn't make you care

Shit, it's not designed to make you care

They bet you won't care

You don't

So I guess next come

We don't give a fuck like the anthem

When giving a fuck is taking a chance

Black president, hooray for history!

That shit's still totally pretend

I mean, fuck sports

Team on my back though

Doomtree hoopty, Cadillac flow

No kings

Only thinking in dreams

Only work for impossible things

We the best in the word (wait, at what?)

Wanting, wasting

Who the best in the world? (huh, I don't know)

We the best in the world (at getting sick)

Trying to find our places

I'm the best in the world

At kicking it

And working on some future shit

I write it down for the little revolutions

Peace to Anonymous, good looking out

I give it up for who's seeking the solutions

Scheme for the rest of us, what's cooking now?

Straight plans

Manage slim chances

Damage all standards advance

Advantage (ha!)

And it's hot too

Who's the boss, who on top boy, not you

Not me, same team

Except we don't expect the same things, I mean

All that glitters stay cold

Same old story unfold, shit

It's in a black man's soul to rock that gold, naw

It's in a black man's soul to take a chain off

It's in a black man's soul to roll free

It seems like a black man's role is to fold cheap

And the white folks laugh

But they chasing the same carrot

Same debt same trap

Same aim same crap

Want it, waste it

We stray from that path

We kicks it in the haunted basements

Where we all so ghost

No kings

Only working on impossible things

Don't worry you're next!

He said one day it'll all make sense

If you sit upon this bench and watch a train go by in a blink

Think of them inside, and what their time is like

And how ours stretches while theirs just shrinks

Everything plus the kitchen sink

Melt it down, we don't need those things

You don't own that home, you just holding a place

You keep a seat warm for your old friends at the banks (thanks!)

Are we for real still sweating shampoo on planes

When I done flown 100 times with a knife on my chain?

Probably shouldn't say, please ix-nay

In case my laptop's tapped by TSA

Believe that babe, you ain't keep the heat at bay

Keep sweating al-Qaeda, I'm scared of the banks

Keep stacking them chips, I'm piling grains

It ain't if, it's when, cause we the best of this thing