Brighter Days by Third Iz Lyrics

I try to tell myself that there’ll be brighter days
Sunday’s ain’t always sunny
Find the light in shade
Sometimes life’s amazing
Find out your a basement
Or up up up on a spaceship

This that retrograde
This that retrograde
This that retrograde
This that retrograde shit
Vaporwave shit
Don’t catch this fade
Wonder did they lace this
Make this

The greatest moment of your life
Summer nights
Petrichor and the street lights
Embrace
Thee
Collective consciousness
But don’t expect no sponsorships
This that wave
Everybody blink your third eye
Escape to a foreign place via birds eye
Or a fish eye lens
Ain’t no bitch in my friends
They all win if I win
'Til the end of my ends

Dead presidents make for gusto
Guns, glamour, and guts
Uh oh
Dedicated to success in my crafts
Elevated
I’m so elated I laugh

In the worst of times
This the worst of times
Make a verse that rhymes just to make a splash
But Trump fuckin' the world up
Little do they know
Central banks are fuckin' the world up

What happened to Gaddafi?
What happened to Sadam?
Puppets placed, convenient placement
What happened in Vietnam?
What happened in Puerto Rico?
Same shit happened in Guam
Conquer, Cripple, and colonize
Is this the shit that you want?