Lyrics:
them other
Fucking hoes
Every time
I see your friends
In public
Yeah they wanna
Say hi
But I just
Missin Miss
Cause that lil bitch
She wanna
frequencies and dimensional parallel universes
Holographic reality, virtual exoplanetary simulation
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Human creation of time
Adored ancestral chronology,
snowball fights
And find your way back home
So you can warm your bones
With hot chocolate and an open fire
Until then we'll have to settle for
A Virtual
Debate the cutesy, groupie, cupie doll community. And I'm hung in a virtual skin and bones emaciated ringworm circus freak bloodthirsty intern trainee
Stargaze from lack of booze, greenhouse observatory
Choofin through the hillside blowing doja wicked easy
Rider escapade with a stolen golden ticket
I just
But stars at they best didn't mean Hollywood, but the observatory
So I cased the joint
Faced the point that I might not know if I was it
Came across
SUÏCIDI VIRTUAL
Amb cap baix mirant un buit vaig tot lo dia
Acomplint missions i arriscant sa meva vida,
Obligacions dins una ment descomposta i
Virtual
And if I talk about the life that we live in you go cry
Pikin no fit complain if my daddy no Dey try
Economy ase ti e so why should we stop
Why
the biggest slice
The most likes, check you out, you're a public sell out
Wanna get the full attention, please your narcissism
Wanna get the full spot
world?
I thought I was alone
Staring at my walls, woah
What is the world?
It's reading public figure
But the figure is the girl
Words are muted but they'll
to get you killed
you'll be a trending topic
A cog up in the wheel
A sacrifice to the cult of death being built
Caught up in the matrix, virtual
the biggest slice
The most likes, check you out, you're a public sell out
Wanna get the full attention, please your narcissism
Wanna get the full spot
The American civil rights activist and
Philosopher Cornell West says
Justice is what love looks
Like in public and, so what I wrote is
That
The artist is fascist
The fists are a farce
An artifice of a baseline shift
Haptic deprival of the virtual domain
The terms of the conditions laid
Here's your mask 'nd here's your glove, it's all an arcade game
We call it 'Virtual Reality' so nothing's what it seems
Although we may want you
no shot
Rich vine land party spot
All them kids so fucked up
As if the problem looks alive
With each virtual compromise
Dead head auction auction
listen to you browse a beat
Too late, foot already stepped in the feces
Dr. Norton's too sick to help your PCs
Virtually I make your virtual memory freeze
I'm killing them now
Threw that lil bitch back
And boy I'm rolling
I'm feeling it now
Connected like a AirPod
In this bitch
Yeah we virtual now
Yeah I'm
distorted
OS that's what they call the virtual me
O'hene Savant or operating system
Only problem is they got tired of the glitchin'
So they concocted a story
the virtual key
(I love you mama)
And never will I ever sacrifice ya
They gon have to indict me
'Cause I'm bustin' anybody who try to play with my mama
Would
the poor can't pocket shit
And soon enough we'll be able to take residence
In virtual reality, all maladies irrelevant
As artificial intelligence illustrates
devouring their essence
So we can feel like
We can feel like
So we can feel like we've killed god
Sacrament of the flesh
No, never in public
Focused
on the underground devouring their essence
So we can feel like
We can feel like
So we can feel like we've killed god
Sacrament of the flesh
No, never in public
on the underground devouring their essence
So we can feel like
We can feel like
So we can feel like we've killed god
Sacrament of the flesh
No, never in public
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