Mad World by Kerser Lyrics
[Chorus: Gary Jules]
All around me are familiar
Worn-out places
Worn-out face
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
[Verse 1: Kerser]
Bunch of robots in a race
They don't know where they going though
Doing what they told, brainwashed like they knowin' so
That's why I'm fucked up, living how my mates live
I hope that 9 to 5 make you feel like you made it
Then coppers do and the government can die slow
Hi, no, I'm happy sitting back watching time go
It's what it is and what it is, I can see through
What you do cause what you do is what we do
Not today man, I'm feeling the stress
As I try block it out and not deal with the mess
You ever popped this, pop that, dropped this what lad
Open up my eyes and realize I've been shot back
People think I make this up and I don't do shit
Look into these eyes and tell me I ain't being true bitch
From the heart, from the dome I'm just being real
Ripped apart bone to bone, I can barely feel
[Chorus: Gary Jules]
All around me are familiar
Worn-out places
Worn-out face
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
[Verse 2: Gary Jules]
I'm not like the majority, I'm kinda way different
Starting with the fact that I'm kinda way gifted
I reckon you back stab, these memories flash back
The end of the track smash, defending the lads that
Ain't got a dollar or a cent to get a feed or the kids who ain't got shit and sneak and sleep under sea saws
Keep your head up, brother Kerser here and understands
I understand if theres never been another plan
Fuck the robots, why you caring what they thinking bro?
Why you even stop to pay attention to a freaking clone
Plan to escape, I got my hand in the gate
Pick the padlock, pop, now the mans on his way
I can't handle it wait, why you gotta go for?
The old man who see me now, he probably go to war
This ain't right, I take flight with a pipe without a sedative
I guarantee that its a late night
[Chorus: Gary Jules]
All around me are familiar
Worn-out places
Worn-out face
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
[Verse 3: Kerser]
Everywhere I go it's always Kerser, what the up bro
People ask me this but I don't think they give a fuck tho
Tablet with a lift so the codeine's the gift
I pop shit like this and it ain't cause im sick, nah
It's to get so high that I can't spit a word out
Pop one through the chorus, I will hope I get the third out
Brain gone, eyes straining to move
I had a plan, now I lost, what I'm aiming to do?
I stay making the move, I could break you in two
Dont be hatin' its true, it's what greatness would do
I bought a mix quick with the shit that I spit
Along with what I'm on and I'm addicted to this
Now resistant and shit thats got my wrist in the hand cuffs
Paddy wagon swerving I ain't trying to stand, uh
Living life by the rodes on my note pad
You know it's fucking real if Ker's the man that just wrote that
[Chorus: Gary Jules]
All around me are familiar
Worn-out places
Worn-out face
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
All around me are familiar
Worn-out places
Worn-out face
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
[Outro: Gary Jules]
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head
I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
All around me are familiar
Worn-out places
Worn-out face
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
[Verse 1: Kerser]
Bunch of robots in a race
They don't know where they going though
Doing what they told, brainwashed like they knowin' so
That's why I'm fucked up, living how my mates live
I hope that 9 to 5 make you feel like you made it
Then coppers do and the government can die slow
Hi, no, I'm happy sitting back watching time go
It's what it is and what it is, I can see through
What you do cause what you do is what we do
Not today man, I'm feeling the stress
As I try block it out and not deal with the mess
You ever popped this, pop that, dropped this what lad
Open up my eyes and realize I've been shot back
People think I make this up and I don't do shit
Look into these eyes and tell me I ain't being true bitch
From the heart, from the dome I'm just being real
Ripped apart bone to bone, I can barely feel
[Chorus: Gary Jules]
All around me are familiar
Worn-out places
Worn-out face
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
[Verse 2: Gary Jules]
I'm not like the majority, I'm kinda way different
Starting with the fact that I'm kinda way gifted
I reckon you back stab, these memories flash back
The end of the track smash, defending the lads that
Ain't got a dollar or a cent to get a feed or the kids who ain't got shit and sneak and sleep under sea saws
Keep your head up, brother Kerser here and understands
I understand if theres never been another plan
Fuck the robots, why you caring what they thinking bro?
Why you even stop to pay attention to a freaking clone
Plan to escape, I got my hand in the gate
Pick the padlock, pop, now the mans on his way
I can't handle it wait, why you gotta go for?
The old man who see me now, he probably go to war
This ain't right, I take flight with a pipe without a sedative
I guarantee that its a late night
[Chorus: Gary Jules]
All around me are familiar
Worn-out places
Worn-out face
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
[Verse 3: Kerser]
Everywhere I go it's always Kerser, what the up bro
People ask me this but I don't think they give a fuck tho
Tablet with a lift so the codeine's the gift
I pop shit like this and it ain't cause im sick, nah
It's to get so high that I can't spit a word out
Pop one through the chorus, I will hope I get the third out
Brain gone, eyes straining to move
I had a plan, now I lost, what I'm aiming to do?
I stay making the move, I could break you in two
Dont be hatin' its true, it's what greatness would do
I bought a mix quick with the shit that I spit
Along with what I'm on and I'm addicted to this
Now resistant and shit thats got my wrist in the hand cuffs
Paddy wagon swerving I ain't trying to stand, uh
Living life by the rodes on my note pad
You know it's fucking real if Ker's the man that just wrote that
[Chorus: Gary Jules]
All around me are familiar
Worn-out places
Worn-out face
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
All around me are familiar
Worn-out places
Worn-out face
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
[Outro: Gary Jules]
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head
I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow