Lyrics

Yo, the blind lead the blind, it’s a circus parade,
Truth’s out of fashion, now lies get paid.
They’re stacking up their egos like a house of cards,
But one gust of reason, and it all falls hard.

Every scroll’s like a sermon, but it don’t make sense,
They’re building walls of ignorance and calling it defense.
They chase clout like a dog chasing its own tail,
Lost in the spin, every story’s for sale.

The world’s a stage, and the script got burned,
Now everyone’s ad-libbing but never getting learned.
I’m just a compass in a magnet storm,
Trying to find my bearings where chaos is norm.

Yo, is there anyone sane left to vibe with me?
In a world gone mad, can we still break free?
They’ve lost the plot, I’m just trying to survive,
Looking for the real in this digital dive.

It’s a fast-food world, but the wisdom’s slow,
They’re feeding on opinions that they barely know.
They say, “follow the leader,” but the leader’s lost,
And the sheep keep running, no matter the cost.

Every post is a weapon, every tweet’s a war,
But the battles don’t matter when you’re fighting for more.
More likes, more views, more meaningless fame,
When the mirror shows a stranger, they still play the game.

I’m dodging algorithms, trying to find my tribe,
People with a vision, not just chasing a vibe.
But it’s a needle in a haystack, I’m lost in the grind,
Looking for the minds that haven’t flatlined.

Yo, is there anyone sane left to vibe with me?
In a world gone mad, can we still break free?
They’ve lost the plot, I’m just trying to survive,
Looking for the real in this digital dive.

Double meanings in the words, watch how they twist,
Truth’s a rare gem that’s easy to miss.
I’m flipping every page, but the ink’s run dry,
And the answers I seek keep passing me by.

Like a plane in a storm, I’m fighting the drift,
But the ground feels closer with every shift.
Are we all just actors in a tragic show?
Or can we rewrite the script before it blows?

They got degrees in nothing, yet they lecture the room,
Preaching from pedestals built to consume.
I’m cutting through the noise with a razor of thought,
Hoping that the real ones haven’t been bought.

Every handshake feels like a deal with a ghost,
They smile in your face, but they’re doing the most.
I’m wading through the madness, trying to stay afloat,
In a sea of fools chasing clout like a boat.

Yo, is there anyone sane left to vibe with me?
Or are we all just echoes in this insanity?
I’ll keep searching, navigating through the haze,
Hoping for a spark in this mindless maze.