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[Verse 1: P.O.S.] It takes what it takes A little vague, but I'll make it work, thanks That's Minnesota on the mind I know every word of The Decline, and sing it back Been living that, might as well know the soundtrack That blank stare that doesn't make you care Shit, it's not designed to make you care They bet you won't care You don't So I guess next come We don't give a fuck like the anthem When giving a fuck is taking a chance Black president, hooray for history! That shit's still totally pretend I mean, fuck sports Team on my back though Doomtree hoopty, Cadillac flow No kings Only thinking in dreams Only work for impossible things [Hook:] We the best in the word (wait, at what?) Wanting, wasting Who the best in the world? (huh, I don't know) SongtexteWe the best in the world (at getting sick) Trying to find our places I'm the best in the world At kicking it And working on some future shit [Verse 2: P.O.S.] I write it down for the little revolutions Peace to Anonymous, good looking out I give it up for who's seeking the solutions Scheme for the rest of us, what's cooking now? Straight plans Manage slim chances Damage all standards advance Advantage (ha!) And it's hot too Who's the boss, who on top boy, not you Not me, same team Except we don't expect the same things, I mean All that glitters stay cold Same old story unfold, shit It's in a black man's soul to rock that gold, naw It's in a black man's soul to take a chain off It's in a black man's soul to roll free It seems like a black man's role is to fold cheap And the white folks laugh But they chasing the same carrot Same debt same trap Same aim same crap Want it, waste it We stray from that path We kicks it in the haunted basements Where we all so ghost No kings Only working on impossible things [Hook] [Verse 3: Astronautalis] Don't worry you're next! He said one day it'll all make sense If you sit upon this bench and watch a train go by in a blink Think of them inside, and what their time is like And how ours stretches while theirs just shrinks Everything plus the kitchen sink Melt it down, we don't need those things You don't own that home, you just holding a place You keep a seat warm for your old friends at the banks (thanks!) Are we for real still sweating shampoo on planes When I done flown 100 times with a knife on my chain? Probably shouldn't say, please ix-nay In case my laptop's tapped by TSA Believe that babe, you ain't keep the heat at bay Keep sweating al-Qaeda, I'm scared of the banks Keep stacking them chips, I'm piling grains It ain't if, it's when, cause we the best of this thing [Hook] Aus Songtexte Mania