Lyrics:
Young rich programmer
Lift weights brogrammer
Young rich programmer
Lift weights brogrammer
Pull up in a Tesla somehow I'm still using gas
Middle
rends meilleur quand on a rien programmer (programmer)
On le voit dans tes yeux si t'as toucher cocaïne
Quand je sors de la zone, j'entends "Tiako',
And the dancers all get down to the number colored sound
While the programmers gather up the fame
Electric rivers become noise, processed through our modern toys
In my room, on my own
Having fun while no-ones home
Lets go look in the mirror
And put on some girls clothes
Programmer socks
Programmer socks
Im
grammar
Code these lines like a programmer
Nailing these bars like a hammer
You stutter like a speech jammer
Ambulance goes 'round and 'round
Respond
wanna
I don't wanna I don't wanna
I don't wanna fucking be
I don't wanna be a fucking programmer
I don't wanna fucking be
I don't wanna be a fucking
Bébé me veut que pour elle
Que ça devienne officiel
Bébé veut me hacker
Me programmer comme un logiciel
Il y a ceux qui rêvent d'amour
Ceux qui
feeling cool
I'm a programmer
I'm an artist
I'm a singer
I have a dream
Of becoming the best
I'm an artist
I have a dream
Of making this song
I'm
the final say
Hired in, take home all the ones who missed for souvenirs, for their kids to play
Passive resistance! it's all programmed by programmers
When I was a teenager
I wanted to be Mark Turmell
Cause he was the best programmer
In the whole entire world
And he lived in California
He wrote
Tuned to radio between the hours
Of six and seven-thirty, AM programmer's delight
These last years
Years gone down to the showtime
I never knew it could
The Programmer
3, 2, 1
The Programmer
3, 2, 1
5, 4, 3, 2
3, 2, 1
5, 4, 3, 2
3, 2, 1
I'm an artificial intelligent simulated do-loop
Who programmed the programmer?
Was it me or was it you?
Who programmed the programmer?
What makes me
is real, it's just us
Humans: simply dolls
Crafted out of pieces of organic matter
Gods are scientists
Simply programmers making large
Il faut vendre à la Chine, produire à Colombo
Programmer les machines, amortir les robots
Liquider l'air liquide, contrôler Santa-Fé
Faire chuter
no-one knows if we'll be there at all
The art passes into the programmer's hands
Tomorrow, machines will service themselves
The glazier, the bellfounder,
programmers around the country and I got the attention of one radio programmer. Charlie Cook based in Morgantown, West Virginia, who loved my album and loved me
more corrupt
A mere glimpse of the world
Of regex parsers for html
Will instantly transport
A programmer's consciousness
Into a world of ceaseless
the road to Zellers to buy Jumpman Junior on cartridge
Typing in that balloon sprite demo from the Commodore 64 Programmer's Reference Guide
Bought
What the hell am I doing here?
Well I really don't know
Am I part of a simulation?
Just a programmer's code
I've been living a lie
Every day
a cold
I'm not a programmer but the lingo sound like my dawgs they talk in code
Don't be a bitch ass, just like a stripper, my niggas always with that pole
learn some fucking manners
MyKnees is supreme, raise the banner
Come stay the night in the MyKnees manor
Making hella beats like a damn programmer
Needed
"a natural" oh, this person is a
Natural at meeting manner
This person is a natural socialite
This person is a natural programmer
This person is
I'm a coding machine, typing lines all-day
My fingers never stop, I don't need no break
I'm a master of syntax, my code is clean
I'm a programmer
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