Oh No, Iowa

We're brushed back,

Entrapped in the contacts

I hate that feeling like we compromised

We hold back, another foot in the strap

'Cause what's the difference

If we can't even be satisfied

I know it seems a little tactless

But try sleeping while they're creeping

Through your mattress

I don't consider that rest

They says it's lacking guidance

Still we got a sky's the limit type of vibrance

But you keep it in silence

Congratulations, you just squeeze it 'till its life end

Control in the fine print

We're crippled and tapped

One by one another foot in the strap

But right now we bust back, prepare for the impact

He walked up and said "Keep It on the down low

Keep it all good and subtle"

But every day's a struggle to keep your nose clean

And outta trouble

I said "If it's all the same to you

I'll just keep on keepin' on"

Through rolled eyes he deadpanned

Another one gone to beat on

Wake up

Cause this is your ticket to the middle class

Translate

To your pen and mouth what you heard

Already knew in the past

What's worse?

Losing once again or revolution for the very first time

Now forget you ever met us one drink at a time