Lyrics road trip - Nerves Baddington

It is not the job of artists to
Give the audience what the audience want
If the audience knew what they needed
Then they wouldn't be the audience
They would be the artists
It is the job of artists to give the audience what they need

Awe hell i've been there and back twice
Third time is a charm if you pack light
It's like a turn lane in a fast life
Or feelin 'round in pitch black night for a flash light
Huh shit i ain't really know the difference
Even try and toe the line but i know i'm trippin
We're all dying by design that ain't no existence
How i'm finna go and see the world when i know it's ending
Who i'm kidding nothing ever ends
You just live with the pain or transform it into something different
Some are gifted hella photogenic
They be posing for the photos only hella cold shoulders init
Took the stairwell to heaven rollin boulders init
On a solo mission going toe to toe to win it
I don't see no incentive to be codependent
I'm on ghost you don't see me bending corners init
No shittin colorado clone scented
Got the legal homegrown zone
For the dome splittin
Sittin home alone like a Culkin in a zone
Killin any villain tryna steal the feelin i'm my own critic
Buncha sneak disses backbone missin
Paint a picture buncha homies back home missin
If i'm witcha then i'm witcha i'm just zoned different
Fuck around and drop a song prolly gone crickets

No shit no problem
No fix gon' solve em
All sauce get lost some
Awe shit this awesome
No shit no problem
No fix gone solve em
Awe shit this awesome
No shit this awesome

Yea finally coming down coming off one
Last run lit the fuck up like the fall sun
Money tree season hanging where the leaves fall from
Rake it in a pile bag it up for the fall fund
Yea we can work together since we all one
We can build a bridge walk across one
Real ride or die hard to come across one
So either burn that bridge or jump off one
Never seen a vulture do a swan dive
Never seen a pig fly 'till i looked in god's eye
All sauce in the za za
Odds high it's been a long strange trip a bizarre ride
It's why keep a rental pad on the pharcyde far side
Widemouth jar full of gas by the bonfire
Stare straight into the flames 'till the song stop
Shit i don't play no blues in a pawn shop

No shit no problem
No fix gon solve em
All sauce get lost some
Awe shit this awesome
No shit no problem
No fix gone solve em
Awe shit this awesome
No shit

Outside intelligent forces with supernatural power
Are occasionally able to play an artist much like
We would play a musical instrument