Lyrics:
why'self fitter
What's a computer?
Eat why'self fitter
The Kevin Ayers scene
South of France
Plush velvet
Aback! Aback!
Aback! Aback!
Levis Fridays
why'self fitter
What's a computer?
Eat why'self fitter
The Kevin Ayers scene
South of France
Plush velvet
Aback! Aback!
Aback! Aback!
Levis Fridays
of self esteem please quit the rap game
Magnum
Everybody yell my name (yeah)
Magnum
I know that you know I spit flames (woo)
Magnum
I'm driving
God
'Round my town
There's so much love
Riding, driving
Just me bruh
Put my shit on full
So listen up
Riding, driving
It's all good
Going
the mainstream?
Meek Mill leans forward into the
Glow of his computer screen
His expression unreadable behind a
Pair of gold sunglasses
It's April, well after two
Computer, Internet, World Wide Web
Techie madness - step by step
IPhone, Social Media, self-driving cars
Fast GPUs and AI the NEW stars
Data pools, tech
Whoo!
Self Driving Cars
Whoo, Whoo, Whoo
Get a house, get a boring job
Get a kid who wants to fuck their mum
Could have a kid but you'd fuck it up so
greed in Jesus' name
Anarchism, self-delusions
Victims leave with no solutions
Impositions, superstitions
Violence and contradictions
False pretense
Live a life full dreams
Life full of dreams I'm living
But this niggas keep on jealousing on me am feeling
Tryna sort self out yes am dealing
Women
believe him
Now the whole world is full of it
Building a bunker and jumping in
After everyone self-destructs
Pop the hatch and we'll climb back up
the second coffee, hour and I´m voting
Myself as the new Nr. one person to just start going
Spinning back from my computer fast and curvy maneuver
Stormed
White vans, white vans, white vans
White vans, skrrrr, Boom! Get down!
White vans
No texting while driving but in Texas
I'm driving while countin' them
(activated)
Since a jit played wit' computers, I was educated (huh, go, go, go)
Now I take a log and wipe it all and leave 'em devastated (and leave 'em
Don't drink, and drive
Don't kill me
I don't wanna die
Don't drink, and drive
You might kill me
I don't wanna die
He's drinking, he's driving
He's
degrees frost biting off your knees
Whiter than the snow because my melanin low
Pocket full of dough but a bad cash flow
Life moving slow but it's passing
Saturation
Sometimes
When things get too much to bare
I just sit at the computer
And poo in my chair
I sit there all day
With my pants full of poo
I'm just driving till it dies
Tell him I'm driving, it's alright
You tell him that I had a skin-full
You tell him that I couldn't sit still
Imagine
losing my mind
Cause you're my composure
Baby just hold me a little closer
I'm a feen for your love
Full disclosure
You keep me cool
You're my self control
Drunk driving and texting in the drive-thru
My boyfriends at the strip club
Sayin', "This is just what guys do"
Full DMs with no one to reply to
But
I spent too much time in front of computer screens too
I spent too much time thinking about what others shouldn't do
I spent too much time thinking
And that's why I had to make this
Twenty-minute rap song
I'm 'bout to one take it
I just made my first album
Full of songs from the depths of my heart
to just make us
feel terror inside of each line
And they hope just to hold me
But god I'm so lonely
Were stuck here inside our mind
And this self
Full of loathing and self-doubt
And wracked with the pain and isolation of your pitiful meaningless existence
At least you can take a small bit
We going dummy(dummy dummy woo)
We going dummy(dummy dummy woo)
We going dummy now she ride me like tsunami yeah
No one can stop me when I'm driving
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