Lyrics:
partying in our box now
Every one of us drinking shots now
All our virtual friends are in lock down
Hope the internet doesn't drop down
Living inside
to shut me up
(Virtual boy) Run fast and tell'em that I'm the new black
(Virtual boy) Run fast and tell'em that future is fucked up (up, up, up, up)
Break
everything I see is Virtual Reality
uh oh, you and me, every single day is
Virtual Reality
Boom box Ariana Grande, sunny white beaches are coming my way
Little Black Box
There was this little black box
in the middle of a room
At this party that I went to.
Just enough room for two to crawl inside
I
your ass crack, EXTREME PRESSURE
Teach you a lesson
Fuck your confession of evil I march with black sheep on the Sunset streets
With hoods like
man Black man with the rock and dippin
I'll show you something foreign, while box box and flipping
Black man Black man Black man Black man Black man
to say which part of this is true
Virtual reality is the place for me
The little box inside my brain forces me to agree
I follow the instructions fed to my
Woo, oh
Yo, Rick, what you saying?
Knock 'em out the box Kris, out the box Kris
Knock 'em out the box Kris, out the box Kris
Knock 'em out
that black box, laid out flat
[Verse 5: Jody Breeze]
Look I slang in my white but I bang in my black tee
Gucci on the front, Jody Breeze on the back
When that banger from the booth drops
Bang it 'til your roof knocks
Bitch you know I’ve got juice like a juice box
Like a juice box, like a juice
the box and you know its all black
Wrist got big knots hit hard just like rocks
Slob on my nob she nasty like snot
Can't find my fit cost I don't know what
Put me in a box girl, put me in a box
Cuz the second that I met you felt this old heart stopping
Talking new shoes black suits roses on top
Put me
Black lungs off that black magic
Unsung lay in black caskets
Ain't no Black nuns, we got Black pastors
Earn funds off the Black masses
We got
here i go
Drifting off
Into that black hole...
Cast away
Alone
In my darkness
The whole terrain
Smells like death stranding
Virtual shadow plains
My
and spilled all over ya feet
When the mirrors get to cracking and the closet get to rattling
I'm the black cat crossing the street
They say why you keep
knots
Black Paranoia
Black Paranoia
Black Paranoia
Black Paranoia
Feeling like a problem 'cause I don't fit in a box
If you try to shackle me I'm breaking
an earlobe (ten)
I push it out the box (box)
They white, not clouded up (all my diamonds white, no, I'm not racist)
White see-through wraps (white)
Chrono
go fooling yourself
There's a little black box, yeah
Somewhere in the ocean
Holding all the truth about us
There's a little black box
A record
black
Can't you feel something? Where I'm at?
Can't you see nothing at the back?
Hear the teeth crunching, peers and seeds crumbling
Stuck inside a box
box says 'click on me'.
Somewhere I swear Alice in Wonderland's callin'...
I look up at the clock (not as late as I thought: only quarter to one).
Hey yo hey yo what you up to yo I dont smell something good...ah alright
No no it's not me dad that fag hag smoking up that box is not mine
Bread is
probably flying to Jamaica
On my birthday gettin' my cake up
You dudes Hollywood, say what?
I call you virtual sex, you fake fucks
I don't think you want
go fooling yourself
There's a little black box, yeah
Somewhere in the ocean
Holding all the truth about us
It's a little black box
A record
let it pop pop
Black cops
Black swats
Black Glocks
Bad Glocks
Black thots
Ass Shots
Fat twats
Black Box
Mash Box
Pass Ops
Drag tops
Bad
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