General & Sherman - I'm Ready

What's the point
What's the point
Raise some kids
Smoke a joint
Go through all the trouble
Everything turns to rubble
What's the point
What's the point
Long-term struggles
Short-term snuggles
Bit by bit, step by step
People give up their lives
Just to lift up the troph
How pathetic is that?
Fucking joke

Rope suspended like Robbie Cano for doping
How did it go so wrong?
Report card so strong
Indicators indicated long life
And what's happiness? Scientists'll say it's the flow state
And you think about it, it checks out, and it's going great
When you're in it, you're deep in it
Like 500 feet in it, till the bubble pops
You sober up
No more double talk
It's just you and the mirror, I'm in trouble, doc

What's the point
What's the point
Raise some kids
Smoke a joint
Go through all the trouble
Everything turns to rubble
What's the point
What's the point
Long-term struggles
Short-term snuggles
Bit by bit, step by step
People give up their lives
Just to lift up the trophy
How pathetic is that?
Fucking joke

I'm ready to be somebody
I'm ready to be somebody

Look at these kids, all smiles, it's so pure
It's your son or daughter's first time in the sun or the water
Or at the zoo with a sea otter, playing peekaboo
Sneaking through the glass, before long, he'll be rotting in the fucking grass
That's crass, I know, noboby asked for that
But no one asked to be born either, imagine that
I'm flashing back to back when
I couldn't flashback at all, losing track
I'm losing train of thought, I'm caught inside the wall, hearing calls

I'm ready to be somebody
I'm ready to be somebody

I am thirty-one
Look what I've become
Look at me, mom
See what I've become

Written by:
Artem Heneralov, Casey Sherman

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