Baby love, baby child, you’re gonna die
All your friends, all the flowers, gonna die
So, why you so shy? Why you so shutoff?
You’re running out of time
I want you to fly, I want you to pop off
Way up into the sky
Mama always said,
"You got to find yourself a mantra"
(Fuck no)
To living in the basement
(Fuck no)
To my one sweet life squeezed tight in the vice grip
(Fuck no)
To the 9-5 suicide, bleeding like a stuck pig
(Fuck no, fuck no)
Fuck no to living in the matrix
I forget all the time I’m gonna die
But then again, I’m divine, nobody dies
So, why am I so stressed?
Why am I so depressed?
I’m running out of time
Mama always said, "You got to find yourself a mantra"
(Fuck no)
To living in the basement
(Fuck no)
To my one sweet life squeezed tight in the vice grip
(Fuck no)
To the 9-5 suicide, bleeding like a stuck pig
(Fuck no, fuck no)
Fuck no to living in the matrix
My mama always said,
"You gotta find yourself a mantra"
Buddha said, Voodoo said, Guru said, Rumi said
All the Dali Lamas, all the snake charmers
"You gotta get cosmic, gotta kiss God"
But poppa always said, "Gotta find yourself a job"
But mama said, "Nah, gotta find yourself a mantra"
(Fuck no)
To living in the basement
(Fuck no)
To my one sweet life squeezed tight in the vice grip
(Fuck no)
To the 9-5 suicide, bleeding like a stuck pig
(Fuck no, fuck no)
Fuck no to living in the matrix
(Fuck no; baby love, baby child)
Fuck no to living in the matrix
(Fuck no; baby love, baby child)
Fuck no to my one sweet life
squeezed tight in the vice grip
(Fuck no; baby love, baby child)
And to the 9-5 suicide, bleeding like a stuck pig
(Fuck no, fuck no; baby love, baby child)
Fuck no to living in the matrix