Lyrics OneHundred - SiMs

I've been living in a fish bowl
Everybody looking, everybody looking, yeah
Looking at the kid go
Doing what they wouldn't
Doing what they couldn't
Beats up, hanging out the window
Everybody juking, everybody juking, yeah
Getting up then we get low
Everybody pushing, everybody pushing, yeah

Uh, it's the one they thumb they nose at
Low class, brutal dance, looking like some road rash
No hands, go fast, wrote 'em off, no chance
No control, now look at him go
If I want it, I get it
I just lassoed a comet
Just to know that I did it
You said, "Blah blah blah blah blah" like I invited the comments
I need to see all the bodies
Before the toe tag, Cro mags, we gotta know, uh

I've been living in a fish bowl
Everybody looking, everybody looking, yeah
Looking at the kid go
Doing what they wouldn't
Doing what they couldn't
Beats up, hanging out the window
Everybody juking, everybody juking, yeah
Getting up then we get low
Everybody pushing, everybody pushing, yeah, yeah

I stopped tripping about the powers that be
Started thinking with the powers of ten
Give you a sense of the lens
Follow my lead as I cut through the breeze
Every step GPSed, CCTVed
Every breath squeezed through some SJW's tweet
You're so off beat and so PC
They take the sweet right out the cantelope
Damn, they take the beats right out the animal
Can I live?

Well, ain't that a bucket of dicks
I was just having fun running from the abyss
Now you coming in hot
And telling me what the shit is or what it is not
And what's cut from a rib
Script never fit, pink mist
Ever since me and my brother were kids
Newports flip tricks on a grip
Tell the world which dick he can kiss
Killer big, leave the rest for the buzzards to pick

Uh, a real son of a bitch
From the hip
For the whole clique to split
Nothing but a flick of the wrist

I've been living in a fish bowl
Everybody looking, everybody looking, yeah
Looking at the kid go
Doing what they wouldn't
Doing what they couldn't
Beats up, hanging out the window
Everybody juking, everybody juking, yeah
Getting up then we get low
Everybody pushing, everybody pushing, yeah

When I dip, they dip
When I jump, they jump
I just talk my shit
Have my fun
Make it buck, yeah

Me and my boss chick making boss moves
Driving you crazy in your lazy costume
Huh, you want to fake it 'til you make it? Shit
I'm on some etheridge, fuck it, break this shit
Hey, I don't know what you say
I don't think it's a game
So I don't care who wins
I was scared sick, used to disassociate
Now look at all these hairpins I negotiate
Pssh, styling on 'em

Wild as a motherfucker
Higher than you buying it
Blame my environment
There's something in my wiring
I don't know, maybe they're too microscope
Maybe I'm too macro with the tackles on the microphone

Oh, I think they like it though
Trying to keep it lighter but it's darker out
Pull the marker out
Make a map about the moment
Go ahead, go in, I'm zoning, I'm coping
I'm hoping I'm rolling, I wrote it
I made it for you
True
Just trying to step around the dog doo-doo

I've been living in a fish bowl
Everybody looking, everybody looking, yeah
Looking at the kid go
Doing what they wouldn't
Doing what they couldn't
Beats up, hanging out the window
Everybody juking, everybody juking, yeah
Getting up then we get low
Everybody pushing, everybody pushing, yeah