Disconnected

Heartfelt, heart sells, sit back

Keep it to yourself, we're living rats

Keeping secrets in false time

Tripping on the veil in plain sight

Ten four, you do it right

I can't afford a pizza or pie

I look at you, you're doing it right

Keep it from the baby, plan to be on time

People feel, it's insight

Everything on file, is it right?

My whole life online, is it right?

I'm looking for an answer, but concede

If I only smell one thing, I smell deceit

I can't allow the heat, in fact

I feel unreal, I'm incomplete

I feel incomplete

Turn this off, you know it drags

Beatles on sale, but the truth, it sucks

Yeah, feels, this is today

Do you feel that I, I'm feeling sad

A line of hurt, they don't bleed

The feeling don't sit well, it's conceit

I think about it hard, you think I'm flash

I can see right through them, huh

The dreams are blank

You mean my daughter, she says bad

I'm thinking like a teacher in drag

I'm living like a preacher, I'm told

I cannot hide, I cannot hide

I'm in denial, I cannot hide

I think I've lost but still contest

I keep all doors on the cell but they're too damn fast

Yes, feels, this is Mayfair

Do you feel that life can be sad?

It's a line of hurt, they don't bleed

The feeling don't sit well, it's too neat

You think about it hard, you think I'm flash

I can't see no future

You sold us out, you make us victims

You made us soft, then confused it

You fucked us up, then released us

I want what I don't have

I want what I don't have

What I see and feel, is it deceit?

Like a poet, I can repeat

Like a poet, I can repeat