TERATOMA
Display them 6 figures on N26
Hop on stage, thousands fans that's pretty big
Touring all year long got me pretty sick
Tag along people wanna join the click
Teratoma, money turning heads
On the phone, long friends who turn to feds
Teratoma, shorty wanna break bread
Teratoma, Te-te-te-Teratoma
How to explain this?
Feel reclused in my own body
Feeling trapped by my old ideas
The spew out shit on my new I.Ps
The VIP credentials got me feeling so special
Though we share the same blood
We wear different kind of metals
Media coverage made me look so mediocre
The cleverest thing I found to say is "Callate la boca"
I feel dumb
My solution is fill my glass with rum
Instead of hearing good advices of my 60 year old mum
Praying god for good fortune
To open doors of forbes
I see ghosts, real friends
End up turning into orbs
Old demons no diagnosis
Golding up like Dionysus
King Midas
A black dwarf
Star is born to be silenced but hey
Display them 6 figures on N26
Hop on stage, thousands fans that's pretty big
Touring all year long got me pretty sick
Tag along people wanna join the click
Teratoma, money turning heads
On the phone, long friends who turn to feds
Teratoma, shorty wanna break bread
Teratoma, Te-te-te-Teratoma
All this hard work
Creation for consolation
Constant search for validation
Fulfilling empty ambition
Hear the calculation operating in my system
"Corrupted corrupted"
Who to blame? Who to, who to, who to blame?
Brainwashed, multi faced
I don't even know my name
They more scared to die than to stop living
I prefer to die than to stop dreaming
That's the vibe I believe in
Full of resentment
Thought I was cool
Thought I was tight
Needed more groupies
Needed more light
Needed more selfies, signing more boobies
Happy like droopy, bitch you know what?
Soul so sick and tired
Anatomy being tied to invisible burden
Paradise tantalized
The fuck hides behind the curtains?
Nothing.
The stakes of our life seem so sisyphean
Soon consigned to oblivion
In the meantime make million streams and views
Swamped with flows of artificial content
3.0 Human centipede being played
More than J. Cole instrumental
Stuck, caught up in the numbers
Popping some member berries
Reminiscing my childhood
Song on repeat to fall asleep
I wish I could reboot the system
Take out the bad, keeping the good
Still wanna secure the bag
Don't get me misunderstood though...
Cause I need recognition and fame
I need to be glorious in all the aspects of my life
I cannot survive without it
Live life to the fullest they say
I need everything extravagant
Even though it means my existence needs to be shortened
And that I get so lonely
In my glory
Wassup, can I get a free shot? Lady, lady!
This ain't free, you want shots you pay it
Now don't waste my time you fool"
Come on, you don't recognize me?
Damn look, it's Lowdy Williams, he drunk as fuck
Insulting the waitresses. Oh man haha
Fuck shit, even the waitresses left me out...
Why... Why y'all looking at me all of sudden?
Wait, y'all never been drunk before? Fuck"
Yeah it's Lowdy Williams, yeah yeah, oh man
You don't recognize me? It's Lowdy Williams
Oh man he's wasted, shit
Stop laughing at me man I'm Lowdy Williams
Thought you'd bewitch the world with your music
The only thing you did, is put a spell on your name
Hop on stage, thousands fans that's pretty big
Touring all year long got me pretty sick
Tag along people wanna join the click
Teratoma, money turning heads
On the phone, long friends who turn to feds
Teratoma, shorty wanna break bread
Teratoma, Te-te-te-Teratoma
How to explain this?
Feel reclused in my own body
Feeling trapped by my old ideas
The spew out shit on my new I.Ps
The VIP credentials got me feeling so special
Though we share the same blood
We wear different kind of metals
Media coverage made me look so mediocre
The cleverest thing I found to say is "Callate la boca"
I feel dumb
My solution is fill my glass with rum
Instead of hearing good advices of my 60 year old mum
Praying god for good fortune
To open doors of forbes
I see ghosts, real friends
End up turning into orbs
Old demons no diagnosis
Golding up like Dionysus
King Midas
A black dwarf
Star is born to be silenced but hey
Display them 6 figures on N26
Hop on stage, thousands fans that's pretty big
Touring all year long got me pretty sick
Tag along people wanna join the click
Teratoma, money turning heads
On the phone, long friends who turn to feds
Teratoma, shorty wanna break bread
Teratoma, Te-te-te-Teratoma
All this hard work
Creation for consolation
Constant search for validation
Fulfilling empty ambition
Hear the calculation operating in my system
"Corrupted corrupted"
Who to blame? Who to, who to, who to blame?
Brainwashed, multi faced
I don't even know my name
They more scared to die than to stop living
I prefer to die than to stop dreaming
That's the vibe I believe in
Full of resentment
Thought I was cool
Thought I was tight
Needed more groupies
Needed more light
Needed more selfies, signing more boobies
Happy like droopy, bitch you know what?
Soul so sick and tired
Anatomy being tied to invisible burden
Paradise tantalized
The fuck hides behind the curtains?
Nothing.
The stakes of our life seem so sisyphean
Soon consigned to oblivion
In the meantime make million streams and views
Swamped with flows of artificial content
3.0 Human centipede being played
More than J. Cole instrumental
Stuck, caught up in the numbers
Popping some member berries
Reminiscing my childhood
Song on repeat to fall asleep
I wish I could reboot the system
Take out the bad, keeping the good
Still wanna secure the bag
Don't get me misunderstood though...
Cause I need recognition and fame
I need to be glorious in all the aspects of my life
I cannot survive without it
Live life to the fullest they say
I need everything extravagant
Even though it means my existence needs to be shortened
And that I get so lonely
In my glory
Wassup, can I get a free shot? Lady, lady!
This ain't free, you want shots you pay it
Now don't waste my time you fool"
Come on, you don't recognize me?
Damn look, it's Lowdy Williams, he drunk as fuck
Insulting the waitresses. Oh man haha
Fuck shit, even the waitresses left me out...
Why... Why y'all looking at me all of sudden?
Wait, y'all never been drunk before? Fuck"
Yeah it's Lowdy Williams, yeah yeah, oh man
You don't recognize me? It's Lowdy Williams
Oh man he's wasted, shit
Stop laughing at me man I'm Lowdy Williams
Thought you'd bewitch the world with your music
The only thing you did, is put a spell on your name
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Writer(s): Lowdy Williams
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