S M R T Lyrics

You know, its getting really old.
The saying "that's the way it is."
So is that the way it has to stay?
It's problematic when there's so many who stepped into the shallows
And found themselves swimming for the edge.
Prime rates-pickets. Who owns who?
Patios and equity.
The savviest financing to every dig a hole this deep
in which was placed our most basic of needs At the edge, stretches the longest of lines
of those hoping for the chance to dive.
If you're not quite sunk, just wait.
The water is on the way up.
The waters on its way
You are. We are. All Sunk.
Some see a boom; I see the services priced out.
The footing swiped out from beneath this town perched on these hills

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