Same ideas expressed in Fitter, Happier are expressed in this song. We're told to strive for some sort of ideal life, which includes getting a good job, being kind to everyone, finding a partner, getting married, having a couple kids, living in a quiet neighborhood in a nice big house, etc. But in Fitter, Happier the narrator(?) realizes that it's incredibly robotic to live this life. People are being used by those in power "like a pig in a cage on antibiotics"--being pacified with things like new phones and cool gadgets and houses while being sucked dry. On No Surprises, the narrator is realizing how this life is killing him slowly. In the video, his helmet is slowly filling up with water, drowning him. But he's so complacent with it. This is a good summary of the song. This boring, "perfect" life foisted upon us by some higher powers (not spiritual, but political, economic, etc. politicians and businessmen, perhaps) is not the way to live. But there is seemingly no way out but death. He'd rather die peacefully right now than live in this cage. While our lives are often shielded, we're in our own protective bubbles, or protective helmets like the one Thom wears, if we look a little harder we can see all the corruption, lies, manipulation, etc. that is going on in the world, often run by huge yet nearly invisible organizations, corporations, and 'leaders'. It's a very hopeless song because it reflects real life.
I'm in tha club hollerin'
A bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay
I'm in tha club hollerin'
You can find me in tha a bay bay
Buckin' full of cry-stale V.I.Ped up
Goin' hard in body tap where they throw that cheese up
I been about my paper niggas know about my stack
You don't like that dirty money send yo girl to wipe me down
Million dollars on my neck and wrist shine for a mile
She wanna see it up close then she gotta walk it out
I'm tha king of this rap shit what the fuck they talkin' bout
Niggas cant sell records so they blame it on tha South
I be all through Shreve-port Louisiana ballin'
Like who the fuck said ain't no choppers in New Orleans
My rims so clean they spinnin' like a world-wind
Pull up at the club bitches textin' they girlfriends
They know who I is they know who I am
I be flyin' through the south in that burgundy land
Pull up at the light my shit so bright
She want my number shit call me tonight
Pick up the phone like
Well its the H to tha U double R I C-A-N to tha E Get em up, Get em up, Get em up like
A bay bay thats what we say when we pull up in them trucks
Tell my label to cut the check I'ma gone spend it up
On the Bentley painted yellow like a baby school bus
26's make em stop when I pull up
And my pants sag low like I was rockin a pull-up
When I stop and I pull up I'ma be already full of Vodka
I keep that in my cup a bay bay on make me bussa
And if you try to take my chain ima snatch yo face off
I got diamonds in my ear the same size as baseballs
Where they at they lost I don't thank they on my level
Lil mama thank I'ma bite her with this alligator sweater
A bay bay was just the beginning im finna run tha game
Whoever feel different can holla at Hurricane
Wanna be talkin' but heavy artillery break up yo chest if you runnin' yo mouth
And every since I dropped that a bay bay I been runnin' the South
I'm in tha club hollerin'
A bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay
I'm in tha club hollerin'
A bay bay its Lil Boosie
This for my dawgs who keep that cake and keep that oozie
Holla a bay bay
One eighty seve(n)'m two eleve(n)'m on my side of town
E'er-body ridin 'round A bay bay fuck naw
Rubber-bands round cash I'm makin' cake
A bay bay what we gone eat today I want me some steak
Paint the caddy candy green hay bay bay
Anybody try to hate they gone feel that
In Baton Rouge keep a big bitch attitude real rude
L.I.G im real cool don't thank that I'm a lil dude
Beef's to me like bar-b-que its nothing at all
Thought that ratchet was a fool a bay bay goin' off
Say that red hat them red b's white b's
23's out the Bentley and we stay fly
Hunded g's p-r-p's hum v's
We d boys getting money on dem 25's
5 star and that's me a O G
I'm from the three tha thirteenth off the wild side
My young G and he a beast the carter 3
That's more stuntin' but we hustlin' like its do or die
A bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay
I'm in tha club hollerin'
Ratchet dancing cross the floor you know the g-way
Hollerin' uh up on the mic with the dj
I'm with my G's and my thugs and my essays
Hidin' 'hind the shades I been up for bout three days
Cut with curls in my hair got my L's in tha air
Wiastin' drank everywhere cause I cause I don't care
With my niggas out that lava and you know we bad off
We the ones up in tha cut with them blunts that make you cough
Chewed all the way down from my head to my feet
I cant feel my face so please don't speak
You wanna know what we do when the club get packed
Toss my set raise my shirt show that tat up on my back
Yo look at any game 50 large is what I came with
25 for bottles 25 to make it rain with
This ain't reggie miller ma this is kush and haze mixed
Don't sit there and lie to me you ain't never taste this
Hope the Lord forgive me gave my Jesus piece a face-lift
Stones is doin the y-toosie in the bracelet
Ain't no stopping that I be where the gwap is at
Excuse me I be wherever its poppin' at
Now I'm on the dance floor iced out lights out
Wife-beater true religion shorts and my Nikes out
Drinkin' out the bottle talking much shit Dutchlet
Every bunny with an arms reach wanna touch kiss
Yes and when I leave they all following just cause I was in the club hollerin'
A bay bay, a bay bay
A bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay
I'm in tha club hollerin'
You can find me in tha a bay bay
Buckin' full of cry-stale V.I.Ped up
Goin' hard in body tap where they throw that cheese up
I been about my paper niggas know about my stack
You don't like that dirty money send yo girl to wipe me down
Million dollars on my neck and wrist shine for a mile
She wanna see it up close then she gotta walk it out
I'm tha king of this rap shit what the fuck they talkin' bout
Niggas cant sell records so they blame it on tha South
I be all through Shreve-port Louisiana ballin'
Like who the fuck said ain't no choppers in New Orleans
My rims so clean they spinnin' like a world-wind
Pull up at the club bitches textin' they girlfriends
They know who I is they know who I am
I be flyin' through the south in that burgundy land
Pull up at the light my shit so bright
She want my number shit call me tonight
Pick up the phone like
Well its the H to tha U double R I C-A-N to tha E Get em up, Get em up, Get em up like
A bay bay thats what we say when we pull up in them trucks
Tell my label to cut the check I'ma gone spend it up
On the Bentley painted yellow like a baby school bus
26's make em stop when I pull up
And my pants sag low like I was rockin a pull-up
When I stop and I pull up I'ma be already full of Vodka
I keep that in my cup a bay bay on make me bussa
And if you try to take my chain ima snatch yo face off
I got diamonds in my ear the same size as baseballs
Where they at they lost I don't thank they on my level
Lil mama thank I'ma bite her with this alligator sweater
A bay bay was just the beginning im finna run tha game
Whoever feel different can holla at Hurricane
Wanna be talkin' but heavy artillery break up yo chest if you runnin' yo mouth
And every since I dropped that a bay bay I been runnin' the South
I'm in tha club hollerin'
A bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay
I'm in tha club hollerin'
A bay bay its Lil Boosie
This for my dawgs who keep that cake and keep that oozie
Holla a bay bay
One eighty seve(n)'m two eleve(n)'m on my side of town
E'er-body ridin 'round A bay bay fuck naw
Rubber-bands round cash I'm makin' cake
A bay bay what we gone eat today I want me some steak
Paint the caddy candy green hay bay bay
Anybody try to hate they gone feel that
In Baton Rouge keep a big bitch attitude real rude
L.I.G im real cool don't thank that I'm a lil dude
Beef's to me like bar-b-que its nothing at all
Thought that ratchet was a fool a bay bay goin' off
Say that red hat them red b's white b's
23's out the Bentley and we stay fly
Hunded g's p-r-p's hum v's
We d boys getting money on dem 25's
5 star and that's me a O G
I'm from the three tha thirteenth off the wild side
My young G and he a beast the carter 3
That's more stuntin' but we hustlin' like its do or die
A bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay
I'm in tha club hollerin'
Ratchet dancing cross the floor you know the g-way
Hollerin' uh up on the mic with the dj
I'm with my G's and my thugs and my essays
Hidin' 'hind the shades I been up for bout three days
Cut with curls in my hair got my L's in tha air
Wiastin' drank everywhere cause I cause I don't care
With my niggas out that lava and you know we bad off
We the ones up in tha cut with them blunts that make you cough
Chewed all the way down from my head to my feet
I cant feel my face so please don't speak
You wanna know what we do when the club get packed
Toss my set raise my shirt show that tat up on my back
Yo look at any game 50 large is what I came with
25 for bottles 25 to make it rain with
This ain't reggie miller ma this is kush and haze mixed
Don't sit there and lie to me you ain't never taste this
Hope the Lord forgive me gave my Jesus piece a face-lift
Stones is doin the y-toosie in the bracelet
Ain't no stopping that I be where the gwap is at
Excuse me I be wherever its poppin' at
Now I'm on the dance floor iced out lights out
Wife-beater true religion shorts and my Nikes out
Drinkin' out the bottle talking much shit Dutchlet
Every bunny with an arms reach wanna touch kiss
Yes and when I leave they all following just cause I was in the club hollerin'
A bay bay, a bay bay
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