NATURAL - London O'Connor

Fuck them all, they don’t know

How it feels to grow but never grow, they’re not made of stone

Nothing feels natural in this neighborhood

Nothing goes natural

In my garden, fields of concrete

I’m the only force that’s giving

Giving any water

To the plants

There’s no nature

There’s no…

Nothing feels natural in this place

Nothing grows natural

All of the colors are painted on

Shit’s fake, must be a mistake

As I roll and skate

Skate past the disaster, master of my own fate

Foam cake houses in a row across the cloned state

Hold up

Captain’s log, I’m on this nigga’s lawn

His grass is made of wax, his sprinklers is on

His wife is in the house, with flowers on her blouse

That always stay in bloom, and pills up in her mouth

I gotta make it out, I gotta make it out

I’m rushin' for a route, but everyone is calm

I’m in the wild west and the wilderness is gone

And the people live in fear and the danger don’t belong

Hold up… captain’s log

Environment here’s sterile

Approaching coordinates 00 34

Welcome to the world

On the way to Paul’s house

Left on Grand

Anyways I’ma make it out

I’m an explorer