stream this song | open this song in your browser | back to album page | back to homepage The World Keeps Spinning Track 6 from "I.P.O.P.I.F." by proGrammar Chorus: Yo, the world keeps spinning. Does it make any sense? Does it make any sense? Yo, of course not, of course not! Yo, why you trying to look for the meaning of life? Don't you know that life is just a bucket of mice? It serves no purpose other than propogation of itself; worried only 'bout its own health. I know you wanna think we have design and reason intertwined within our nature like defining seasons, But trust me, genesis is much more lusty. Universal purpose only comes from rusty ideology. For all our scholars in college we still are no closer to attaining the knowledge we seek out. Educated people still freak out at the thought of rot; the fact our brains just leak out when finished. We're rotten like weeks-old spinach. I enjoy the thought this shit is dropped on the Finnish and the Dutch. My intellect is just too much. I'ma sit right here, laugh, and finish off my Guinness. Chorus As for the events in our lives, I used to think something planned them. Coincidental happenings occurring in tandem would create the illusion of a system non-random. Now my thoughts are clear like the streets after sandin' and saltin'. Be-hestin' ignorance like Charlton. Shit is played out like The Running Man, Roger Rabbit and Charleston. Those halcyon days have escaped with the salad. So many ducks, I feel Im in a room full of mallard. Quacking out wackness like white G's in Ballard. Makes me sick to my stomach, that's why my pallor is pallid. Used to be green, like a plate-full of collards. Now I try my best to break fakes with a ballad, 'case Chorus stream this song | open this song in your browser | back to album page | back to homepage