If karma's really real

How am I still here?

Just seems so unfair

I could be wrong though

If there's a point to being good

Then where's my reward?

The good die young and poor

I gave it all I could

Stuck in this terradome

All I see is terrible

Making us hysterical

There's got to be more, got to be more

Sick of this head of mine

Intrusive thoughts, they paralyze

Nirvana's not as advertised

There's got to be more, been here before

Life's better on Saturn

Got to break this pattern

Of floating away

Find something worth saving

It's all for the taking

I always say

I'll be better on Saturn

None of this matters

Dreaming of Saturn

SZA