Lyrics:
still feeling alive
I don't subscribe when information is ill and contrived
The TV was watching me until I came outside
The elder statesmen of our
lean I can not sit still (no no)
Let's bust open a bag of them damn Xy pills
(yeah yeah) everybody like damn
What's to these damn pills? Geekers
(huh
I got your information and I sell it on the dark web
I got your information and I sell it on the dark web
I got your information and I sell it
telephones can't keep it out
Information powers
Making making dollars
IT information
Truth fatigue
Hearts open like a sponge
Soaking up
Soaking up
Minds
block you
Or stop you from whatever it is that you want to do
Because guess what?
How much information people have about your life? Not enough
How much
Are you receiving?
Can you feel me?
The information
That you're seeking
A sensation that is sneaking
Has you reaching
For the ceiling
Are you receiving?
Can you feel me?
The information
That you're seeking
A sensation that is sneaking
Has you reaching
For the ceiling
that be eavesdropping or ear hustling
Smokin' on information (Yeah)
You know what time it is (sucker-ass niggaz)
We 'bout to serve to ya'll (flat out)
information like a sponge
The booth's smoking and I ain't light a blunt
Open the girl like I'm a key
I guarantee
I'm the flyest
I want them racks
I want
Are you receiving?
Can you feel me?
The information
That you're seeking
A sensation that is sneaking
Has you reaching
For the ceiling
that be eavesdropping or ear hustling
Smokin' on information (Yeah)
You know what time it is (sucker-ass niggaz)
We 'bout to serve to ya'll (flat out)
c very very very very yellow summer
To a very very very very special someone
Mmhmm but
Fuck you for your information
I know what I'm in for
warehouses away from the eyes of the people
They explain this way so that people can correct their behavior and accept their weakness
And after finishing,
the brains of dogs and chimpanzees
Respiration and cardiovascular activity information
Was available to access
Designating their vector as a purple line
that be eavesdropping or ear hustling
Smokin' on information (Yeah)
You know what time it is (sucker-ass niggaz)
We 'bout to serve to ya'll (flat out)
that be eavesdropping or ear hustling
Smokin' on information (Yeah)
You know what time it is (sucker-ass niggaz)
We 'bout to serve to ya'll (flat out)
Are you receiving?
Can you feel me?
The information
That you're seeking
A sensation that is sneaking
Has you reaching
For the ceiling
The dominion of decelerated decay
And depreciating dollar signs by the hour
When all hell is broken open like a bottle
That's carbonized to the brim
And sold
Master Of Information
We can talk about information
Useful as can be
But the present screen generation
Fails to see
All the beautiful animations
one but each other but a bitter motherfucker
Wants to pull open the shades, gonna ruin us
And i don't wanna go home, i'm not ready to
And if you ever
drops, had to cop a warehouse
Thirty cars in that motherfucker, doors open, they spread out
Put a pool table in the middle of that motherfucker like
I stop at the station
Piss like probation
Tell my boy to fill up as I head inside to pay
Open the door and see a white guy at the counter named
You in the way
You just want some information
You in the way
You ain't got no inspiration
You in the way
Help me with my situation
Or get away
Can't
impossible.)
Sitting now, at this table,
looking out at the industrial mock warehouses,
the lawn. (the green)
They line the perimeter of my vision.
(protruding)
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