[Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliot]
I blink twice 'til my eyes close on my face
Deep breaths, struggling to reach home base
Awkward nigga, mother fucker this is a race
God made me great, so I been invisible to hate
Partly humane, part of the same, part of the game
Used to smoke a Parliment before I partied with my pain
And Bacardi was the same, 151 to your brain
But I'd rather beg my pardon than to party with you lames
[Hook: Meechy Darko]
Fuck money, fuck friends, fuck family
Fuck pussy, fuck drugs, fuck sanity
I don't give a shit, Why?
Cause ignorance is bliss, right
Fuck the law, fuck the president and white house
Fuck the jury, fuck the judge in the nightgown
I don't give a shit, Why?
Cause ignorance is bliss, right
[Verse 2: Zombie Juice]
Sit back and analyze my life like Montana did white
All the bitches I hit, and all the bitches I might
Clearly underrated amongst all the favorite
But fuck it, my styles like ???
I'mma keep smoking 'til my lungs collapse
And fuck y'all laws, I'mma keep my straps
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I'm better off dead, somebody fill my head up with lead
Dropped outta high school, lint in my pocket
I picked up the profit, the block bitchin, bitches is hawkin'
Grandma don't want me, Grandpa kinda lonely
Pay my dues, wear my jewels, refuse, never I lose
Fuck that, on my last dollar and my bus pass
Fuckin' with some niggas that'll give a mother fuck
Who fuckin with us? No one fuckin with us, time to reconsider
Zombie gang, walking dead, none iller
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Meechy Darko]
Fuck your faculty, your fans, and your music
Fuck the engineer, and the nigga that produced it
Fuck your religion, your god, and your guidance
Tell Virgin Mary time for Meech to pop that hymen
Fuck the Moon, fuck the stars, fuck Venus and Mars
Fuck a Rolex and diamond ring with them flashy cars
Fuck the last supper, fuck your church and it's gospel
Fuck them halfway dead niggas in the hospital
Fuck my left lung, fuck my right lung
Fuck my chrome gun, fuck my black gun
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
Drop five bombs, fuck that I'm on
Like the mic I record with, fuck global warming
Fuck heaven and hell, purgatory
Fuck the pastor, fuck you for giving him offering
Fuckin' exhausted from all these fucks
I'm fuckin' off this nigga, what the fuck
[Hook]
About This Song
"Bliss" is a dark, introspective track that explores themes of escapism, substance use, and emotional numbness through Flatbush Zombies' signature psychedelic rap style. The song delves into the paradox of seeking happiness through self-destructive behaviors, with lyrics that juxtapose moments of euphoria against underlying pain and alienation. Musically, it features the trio's characteristic hazy, atmospheric production with distorted vocals and hypnotic beats that mirror the disorienting mental states described in the verses. The track's raw honesty about depression, drug use, and the search for meaning resonates as both a confession and a warning about the hollow pursuit of artificial bliss. It stands out as one of the more emotionally vulnerable moments on *BetterOffDEAD*, showcasing the group's ability to blend experimental hip-hop with deeply personal storytelling. The song captures the essence of early 2010s alternative rap's willingness to confront mental health struggles with unflinching directness.
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