FOXAL – Smell The Roses lyrics

UH!
I’m sick of this shit,
Every bar I spit,
You don’t even listen, you just smack your lips
Yap yap yap, it don’t ever stop.
Who are you to tell me what I am not?

UH!, you infuriate me.
But Yeah, yeah, let’s talk about ‘we’
There is no ‘we’, and there never will be.
It’ll always be just you and me.

Wake up, you all been sleepin'.
In the shadows, I been creepin'.
Now I’m here and the light is seepin',
Down your cheeks like you been crying.

Hear that? I missed a rhyme, that made your brain lose track of time,
Because the common, average, fickle mind needs rules and laws and simple
Guides.
You listen to these words of mine, not to learn, but to analyze
Every sentence that I sculpt out of the endless maze behind my eyes.

Start listening to learn.
Stop hearing to respond,
I’m screaming in your face but you’re still
Yap, yap, yapping on.

We care so much about fitting in,
That we ignore the things within.
Character, morality, popularity is a fallacy.
You spend your time just balancing,
Yourself and who you wish to be.
I could write it on your eyelids but I still don’t think you’d see.

My mind inside your head fits like a truck parked on a quarter.
You crave money, sex and drugs, and those in no specific order.
That shits a waste, Instead, I work to expand the borders
Of my own imagination, maybe ponder my creation..

I choke on all my feelings call it self-asphyxiation.
I'm kicking down these closing doors because I hate limitations.
Rappers steppin' up I send them back to relegation,
My value rises up with every track like it’s inflation.

Ignorance is sweeping the land like an endless conflagration,
Walking round in tattered clothes like a mindless zombie nation.
Bashing people’s music boy, at least they’ve got creation,
You’re nothing but an un-original weak-ass imitation.

(CHORUS)
Buried in your phones, They said our generation was chosen.
You dreaming about that twitter fame, wake up and smell the roses.
I’d fall right into you, but I’m afraid I’d break my ankles.
You acting like a demon but want to be treated like an angel.

Talking trash behind a screen, talk to my face for a moment.
You a rotten person but say that you’re savage, wake up and smell the
Roses.
I don’t get why it’s cool now to stop caring about everything.
Maybe it’s time we all woke up and made some time to think.
(CHORUS)

We care so much about fitting in
That we ignore the things within.
Character, morality, popularity is a fallacy.
You spend your time just balancing,
Yourself and all the things you see.
The grass looks much greener in all these clothing magazines.

Yeah homie, I don’t know,
She thinks she’s cool because she smokes
Fills up her lungs until she chokes,
But she still gets 10 re-tweets though.

What matters most is what’s inside.
What’s in your heart and what’s in your mind.
I’ve seen friend’s potential die
Because of the shit they were willing to try.

I’m sick of it, I can’t take no more.
Ya’ll are buried neck deep in a cash drawer.
Closing my eyes but the image is stored.
Can’t forget so I’m moving forward.

I loved a girl that I couldn’t have,
I wanted her but we wouldn’t last.
People talk, yeah shit spreads fast,
So instead, I just wore a mask.

(CHORUS)
Buried in your phones, They said our generation was chosen.
You dreaming about that twitter fame, wake up and smell the roses.
I’d fall right into you, but I’m afraid I’d break my ankles.
You acting like a demon but want to be treated like an angel.

Talking trash behind a screen, talk to my face for a moment.
You a rotten person but say that you’re savage, wake up and smell the
Roses.
I don’t get why it’s cool now to stop caring about everything.
Maybe it’s time we all woke up and made some time to think.
(CHORUS)

I’m not angry, I’m disappointed. There’s pain behind my face.
I’m so sick of watching all this potential go to waste.
I know you hit that blunt to take your pains away.
But if you quit tomorrow, you’d be stronger than you are today.

There’s a bad taste up in my mouth, when I sit and watch the world.
You arguing over petty things while real problems unfurl.
Fighting fire with fire turns the whole world to ashes.
But when I close my mouth I can hear the sound of lighting matches.