Robot
Hey, you should Google "blue waffle"
It's awful, terrible, unbearable imagery, uh
Searchin' for some balance, where the fuck is the symmetry? Uh
Robotic people marchin' forward toward the infinity, uh
You at the epitome, of rap in 2020
You look funny, honey
Get your money, money, it ain't shit to me
It ain't shit to me, but some digits
The metal make the man more rigid
The robot clockwork
Spinnin' like a helicopter
The cops work overtime around hеre
I don't leave thе crib, I do it all in simulation
Workin', eatin', sleepin' and assisted masturbation
I'm facin', the ceiling of my basement and the government is tracin'
The thoughts inside my head and keepin' track of what I've said
I think it's better if the virtual encasing
Everything I do from head to toe and it ain't disconnectable
The mean machine dissectible
Like amphibians, we livin' in a 3D model
I figure, my nigga, we might form a sort of digital migration
Give up all our bodies, become one with the vibration
Or maybe we might merge with the computer
Form a nation of the cyborgs shooters fightin' AI
Brutus turned against us, et tu
You will end this whole game that we've been playin'
If we don't control the shit that we creatin'
Or maybe that's destiny
The future that we all help build
If the devil get the best of me, then you better give him hell
I felt the vibe that he testin' me, I thought I had to hide my guilt
But I've become a better me
Cybernetically
Oh man, we're fuck
It's awful, terrible, unbearable imagery, uh
Searchin' for some balance, where the fuck is the symmetry? Uh
Robotic people marchin' forward toward the infinity, uh
You at the epitome, of rap in 2020
You look funny, honey
Get your money, money, it ain't shit to me
It ain't shit to me, but some digits
The metal make the man more rigid
The robot clockwork
Spinnin' like a helicopter
The cops work overtime around hеre
I don't leave thе crib, I do it all in simulation
Workin', eatin', sleepin' and assisted masturbation
I'm facin', the ceiling of my basement and the government is tracin'
The thoughts inside my head and keepin' track of what I've said
I think it's better if the virtual encasing
Everything I do from head to toe and it ain't disconnectable
The mean machine dissectible
Like amphibians, we livin' in a 3D model
I figure, my nigga, we might form a sort of digital migration
Give up all our bodies, become one with the vibration
Or maybe we might merge with the computer
Form a nation of the cyborgs shooters fightin' AI
Brutus turned against us, et tu
You will end this whole game that we've been playin'
If we don't control the shit that we creatin'
Or maybe that's destiny
The future that we all help build
If the devil get the best of me, then you better give him hell
I felt the vibe that he testin' me, I thought I had to hide my guilt
But I've become a better me
Cybernetically
Oh man, we're fuck
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Writer(s): Joshua Hamilton
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