Lyrics Madness - Ubi , JL B.Hood

Yeah
Get a grip on your life
Slip in it, proving adequate
Defy the pattern and pray that you find your happiness
Unraveled in the alternative, can′t imagine
It's nothing but savage inside of a rotted mind, ravenous
It′s madness

Let it, it'll turn you to a savage
Ain't nobody chasing after average
Dipping from the badges with packages
Into whipping crashing the matching
It′s madness

Pray this whole generation isn′t a waste
Don't lose your faith in the chaos and catch a case
Lose balance fall in the crowd that is being amazed
Spill your ′gnac then have to throw out a pack cause you being chased (hoe you know)
Fall into propaganda or into fake news
Log on the Instagram but a info war and debate dudes
Raving and babble a long way that he may be
No more escape routes
Sign of the times, you want the same matter
Say nay you
Everybody do drugs bruh
That's the way a supplier thinks
Niggas burning bridges
With no regret till the fire peaks
Everybody′s the plug but who is making these wires reach
Shoutout to all my higher beings
Take the smoke and provokin' the pandemonium
The panic camera to be for sure
You seeing the whole reason
It′s no even playing field
So I'ma vanish the whole season
The panoramic view shows the moles
And then the monkey women
It's madness

Let it, it′ll turn you to a savage
Ain′t nobody chasing after average
Dipping from the badges with packages
Into whipping crashing the matching
It's madness
Everybody chasing after status
Get it then they overcome with sadness
Turning into addicts with habits
And disappear like magic
Imagine this madness

Block rotten images
They cause mental blemishes
I speak to possibility, not what the limit is
I hate a conspiracy theorist with the vigilance
If you know something special
Well go ′head and blow the whistle then
This is the sentiment of a concerned citizen
The misdirection of the people will diminish them
See I don't fuck with dissidence
I be dissing and a reach for you to preach
When you don′t practice any discipline
On wax wings, fake flying like he Icarus
And pushing hate, you finna face the fate of Sisyphus
Racism a sickness, some insisted it was justified
When it's your own, I don′t see what the difference is
Hypocrite, this is a fact, fire me
Escape society 'fore you get slapped violently
I don't know why these fucking bastards would lie to me
The sociologist been conducting rap with psychiatry

It′s madness
Everybody chasing after status
Get it then they overcome with sadness
Turning into addicts with habits
And disappear like magic
Imagine this madness
I ain′t really vibing with the masses
Tweeting 'bout it while they on they asses
Swimming in the gas while they playing with the matches
It′s ashes to ashes
It's madness