Weed Dealer & the Many Grams - The Price of Progress (feat. Samall Slander)

Take a sedative to feel alright
Four more hours to go
Chase the clouds out the window
Focus on breathing just to kill the time
But it’s too late to go
And I’m strung out on benzos
Sometimes I feel like a stranger
Living at home all alone
Don’t really think about danger
I sleep with no locks on my own
Trees can fall without a sound
I’ll sell my soul to settle down
Age is what compels me now
To grow up, to be
What my parents “planned” for me
A life of mediocrity
Engaging with stability
Until you’re deceased
Oh
Nobody cares about the work that you do
It’s a measuring tool used to gauge whether you’re in “the game”
If only I just fucked around less in school
I’d be traveling too
Instead of working on the holidays
Did I fuck up my future
Choosing a different routine
I look around and nobody’s happy
It gives me a silent relief
Trees can fall without a sound
I’ll sell my soul to settle down
Age is what compels me now
To grow up, to be
What my parents “planned” for me
A life of mediocrity
Engaging with stability
Until you’re deceased
Oh
I’m giving up
I don’t want no future
Got better things to fucking do with my time
I hope I die when there’s nothing left to get me through
Hard times getting harder
That’s the only real truth
Maybe the problem is me
I’m sinking deeper into the abyss of reality
Losing sight of who I am and what I wanted to be
There’s no hope for a future
(No hope)
There’s no hope for a future
The clock is ticking
We’re witnessing the end
No hope
No future
No friends

Written by:
Benjamin Van Wyk, Etienne Hachler, Gianluca Tadiello, Martin Barrios, Richard Staub

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