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Obviously this song- OBVIOUSLY it was on It's Happening pt. 1 - The Storm. It's the last track on it and you all love it because it's heartfelt, it's funny and it's catchy. We all know this. This isn't news to anyone. When I was compiling songs for this album, I decided to put out a teaser EP of some songs that I worked on more recently for it and I updated the lyrics and made them more sad and relatable. The original beat for A Certain Level of Wackness was originally a beat for an ICP remix but since that was scrapped, I reused it for TPA and now I'm using the original beat for the ICP song for this. It's like Inception but it's not at all.
lyrics
Shits getting weird nowadays, no joke
You're either in it to win it, or in it to smoke
I have to admit that I wanted them both
but it takes a lot of work and I'm damn near broke
So I rose from the dead and I'm looking for brains
Gotta eat other artists and finish the remains
Got a shovel and a lantern, gonna dig me a grave
Stand six feet deep as it fills up with rain
Gonna drown my sorrows, there's no tomorrow
Taken everything for granted, all the time that I borrowed
Well I have to give it back to the world somehow
Someway, some time well the time is now
It isn't very good but it took a lotta years
To release this piece to pierce through your ears
Try to make something great for you all to hear
Homophones can rhyme and I'll do it right here
See, all I ever wanted was to make a rap record that wasn't just shit
So I still try to reckon with the fact that I haven't
See my past as a battle, breathe my last death rattle
I'm sad I'll never see ya ever again
So are we still friends?
Time heals all wounds? How about distance?
What if I move away and your memories fray?
Did we ever make music anyway? (MIKE SHINODA)
We're smoking dro with our bros in the back
It's Happening, a certain level of wackness
This songs too long, better hit my bong
I've come full circle dog
If you've gotten this far then I'm proud of you
Not that pride really matters
You know that that's true
Truth is happiness ain't a warm gun at all
It's how I feel in the Autumn when the leaves fall
It's kickin' back with a blunt, relaxin' with my homies, watchin' Breakin' Bad,
Passin' till the last ash
It's funny how things change but seem to stay the same
We remain in the same state in which we were raised
We never do anything with the blank slate
Just throw it in the corner, let the days waste
Turn yellow while the dust just settles in the sun rays and collects
Whats next? I hate Mondays too but you gotta make do
You know haste makes waste but you gotta break through
You gotta face the race cause we're waitin' for you
Finish in last place? Don't worry that's cool
It ain't about what happens at A and B
It's all about experiences in between. So...
We're smokin' dro with our bros in the back
It's Happening, a Certain Level of Wackness
All of you, I'm getting all of you and I'm…..
I got a feeling, ferocious. I know it isn't hopeless
When the going gets tough, the tough smoke roaches
I'm focused like track 4 on Yoko.
We never playin' that though, that's a no-go.
Oh hell yeah bitch, I'm feelin' good yo.
Workaholics commentary, gonna blow dro
Fizzy pop smoke smells so good
better than Dragon's Blood or Sandalwood
Anyways, back to the bigger task at hand
I'm tryin to make a point, or make demands
I can't remember anymore, maybe I'm just jokin'
when I say there's nothing more to life but drinkin' and smokin'
I'm thinkin and hopin at least, I guess
I mean, it could be worse, I could be dead
I still have my health. I still have my head
For what that's worth, I'm here on Earth
I'm not on Saturn cause that would suck:
No oxygen, no bag of blunts
No traveling sound, no warming sun
Just the freezing cold loneliness and nowhere to run
I look around. I guess things aren't all that bad
We got fire, water, air, dirt and magnets yeah
Is it a miracle, all that we have?
Some squid-faced god? Or circumstance?
Things take a dark turn and the world will burn
Somehow without fuel we'll adapt and learn
We'll recede underneath till the time is right
Until then when we wait, go to sleep, goodnight
Yeah
A baby blanket and a mischievous memory
Always reminds me of who I pretend to be
A wish I wasted
I miss my basement
The bed was comforting
The A/C cooling me
My arrest remains shrouded in mystery.
Nobody knows so they're repeating the history.
Channel surfing, flannel wearing
Hipster-eating monsters breeding
A new perspective put a prism in your outlook
A rainbow comes from putting passion over Facebook
Pretendinitis, Polluticorn wishes Recyclops was never born
Poppin' off a poppy seed, pocket full of posies
Liven up the limit cuz I'm livin' with this gross beat
Chall know me
Cha hurr me
Cha love me...
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