Egypt Berry Lyrics - Who Sold My Generation - Night Beats

You whisper information 

that i hold through the storm 

you got everybody's number 

an equal and a wrong 

you got bad motivation 

lighting up your mind 

you got empty hope and now you know 

your vision set the time 

useless information starts to unwind 

so please stay don't worry 

unless your pulse quickens 

Your mind is saying something 

but your mouth won't agree 

an expiration very bad formation 

of things you want to be 

you got bad motivation 

toying with your mind 

you got somethin' to prove with all the dodgey moves 

shootin' up your vibe 

you might call me Ceaser 

be a Buddhist in my dream 

it's a new age don't worry 

unless your pulse adheres