Backyard Astronomers - Grey Saturday

Ayy, how do we spend our day?
It's so dark outside baby girl it'll be okay
It's just rain, it comes in waves
Grey Saturday
Grey Saturday
It's kinda hard when you won't call your friends
Working like a dog trying to break through the fence
And still making amends
No steps but got more than 12 sins
Lose my head around a circle of fifths
It's intense in my camp, superiority trip
Trying to bring up a youngin' like "fuck authority, kid"
No fighting cause I'm peaceful
No piece, not even Jesus at the head of my bed
No sleep cause police keep killing all of my friends
Damn.
Call me if you're ready to spend
The next 6 or 7 hours of the morning in bed
Laying sideways so our heads falling off of the end
The world spins while it burns so breathe out and breathe in
We'll pretend we're in the palace where the power is kept
And in our courts, we'll grow the flowers where eternity slept
Maybe baby we can model what equality says
A couple functioning adults having quality sex
So I've been keepin' a journal right, from day to day
Recently I just copy and paste, change the date
Paper clip on a smile, more like a half-smirk
Kinda guy that'd rather have the last laugh than the last word
I used to love myself, it comes and goes these days
No more honeymoon phase, I just infatuate
But in fact, I hate, scratch that, backspace, all caps,
What the FUCK is happening out here?
He said feeling righteous from his keyboard, then reword
Add a "t" to that last word, cause if he were to be fair
He prefers microphones to megaphones
Only in studios can you use bars to protect your own (bullshit)
But honestly, Malcolm and Martin be haunting me
I can't sleep watching these fathers bleed on the streets
Hollering "I can't breathe!" while I speak cautiously
"All police?" "Nah just these" fuck are we doin'?
Just zombies with better posture and
Opposable oppositional thumbs
Who can watch a citizen gunned down or choked out and
Go "Now what did he do?"
Find enough of the truth
Call it justice, and whew!
Back to our bubbles, we're safe now
The class war can stay hidden underground
Trade an elephant for an ass like it matters
If you're poor in America wisen up or pucker up, fuck
Sorry just being honest but
I still believe in change just not what Obama promised us
Ayy, how do we spend our day?
It's so dark outside baby girl it'll be okay
Its just rain, it comes in waves
Grey Saturday
Grey Saturday
Ayy, how do we spend our day?
It's so dark outside baby girl it'll be okay
Its just rain, it comes in waves
Grey Saturday
Grey Saturday

Written by:
Adrien Palmer, Josiah Mason

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