Robots Can’t Drink E-Dubble

[Verse 1]
They want to know the state of that union
What we're all immune to
What the fuck we clapping for?
What the fuck the shrooms do?
Where the fuck my drink go?
Tryna get my head clear
Tryna figure out the path we took to just get here
No cheers, no sounds
Quiet while they contemplate
Searching for the storyline, tryna to finally consummate
...or was it consummate
Pronounce dominance
Salute to the narrative somebody's live blogging it up
So we in realtime status says "lovin' it"
'Til they let that motherfucker go and cop a double clip
And what's the reason for it?
And is it treason for a middle path temper to be agitated even more?
Or do we stick to one side and never pole vault?
Never Shake and Bake, no Lawry's no salt
And no spice to it, I put the ice to it
Turpentine don hard enough to cut right through it

[Hook]
We put our heart in, to pull the words out
With a glass in the hand pull the nerves out
You hear a pin drop, but your ears close
While the notes keep playing for your heroes
Live through circuits
Run that routine
Find your purpose
Tie your shoe strings
I take solace in my looseleaf
What's your poison
Can it soothe me
I stay drinking