We On Some Next Level Shit Lyrics - As Friends Rust

What we've got is an amalgam of spent ideals, 

an incomprehensible mismatch of spent ideals. 

Self-congratulatory edicts spit from gold-plated mouths, 

that will never understand what it means to miss a meal. 

Don't tell me what I need until you've needed anything. 

Private-school anarchists with bought trains of thought, 

donned in T-shirts screaming slogans of wars never fought. 

And I'm supposed to hide my change? 

For who and for what? 

To appease the piss-ants pretending their haves are have-nots? 

I know what you came out here for.