Black Mirror
Black mirror
On the wall
Please tell me who's the fairest of them all
Is it you
Is it me
Is it him
Is it her
Is a double-tap love at all
We the kids man raised on the internet
Thoughts project, best believe there's an intercept
Zuckerberg handed my data to Santa
Who delivered a bandana with VR
Virtual reality
Started panicking, there's glitches
In the, in the, in the system
Stitching algorithms
Dealing with our feelings
Searching for a meaning
On top of a poodle, on Google
While doodling two minute noodles
Kinda brutal spelling
Oh one oh one oh oh one one one oh one oh one
Save Our Souls
Cause I'm feeling alone
On my phone and it's not a real home
When I'm prone
To the attention of mention
This black mirror's throwing
Like a slot machine
So duck, look up and get outside your comfort zone
So I said Hi to the girl walking by
Was kinda fly, we went out that night
Playing ping-pong with my ding-dong
She got her freak on like king-kong with a thick thong
But phone pings on like a big gong
Then she's gone like the wind
With her wings on
Black feather, slight hemp, let the ink bless
Black mirror, white femme in a pink dress
Might scare her, right swipe, so she thinks yes
White fella, she ain't fucking with the brothers like its incest
Her life's a vignette of Pinterest, and green lights that blink red
She thinks that - she'll get some attention
From the opposite sex when she mentions in texts
Or messages, sex is only relevant
When your hands are in it, and glands are in it
And its evident that most mans are diminished and only last a minute
So when they pass a picture of her ass on instagram
They have to admit it
To hit it, ridiculous, innit
So I switched my phone off, place it onto the dashboard
Cut up my credit card, like nigga that's what the cash for
And sever the tether to the black star like a pastor like I asked God
As I pass Thor – on the way to Asgard
With an Asgardian mask on
As I blast off with the blast on, like I cracked dawn
And I pass on – into the white light from a black sun
Like I'm taxed out, but I can't yawn – and my back's numb
And I'd abscond but I can't run
Like the cat's out of the bag now the cat's gone
And it's wearing the mask of - a pusillanimous half-dog, on a cat walk
And I blacked out – and I can't spawn
Alone in a bath tub, with an oculus rift plugged into my laptop
Black mirror
On the wall
Please tell are you always on record
Got in trouble, that's when the cops came
Didn't trust the system
So I put it on a blockchain
Sat back at the back of the cab
With my eyes strapped to the mac on my lap
With a kitty cat wrapped on Snapchat
With a snapback, had a flashback
How she packed that ass so fat
Could map that you could tap that
But you lack mac
Cause you trapped to your black screens
Feedings fantasies
Gimme, gimme, gimme
One of these, fancy mirrors please
Follow, follow, follow me
Pardon me, attention economy's running my autonomy
All I wanna see is more of me
Dollar, dollar please
Want a lot of these, apologies
Black mirror
On the wall
Please tell me who's the fairest of them all
Yeah we don't wanna do anything to scare your children
That's the last thing we wanna do
On the wall
Please tell me who's the fairest of them all
Is it you
Is it me
Is it him
Is it her
Is a double-tap love at all
We the kids man raised on the internet
Thoughts project, best believe there's an intercept
Zuckerberg handed my data to Santa
Who delivered a bandana with VR
Virtual reality
Started panicking, there's glitches
In the, in the, in the system
Stitching algorithms
Dealing with our feelings
Searching for a meaning
On top of a poodle, on Google
While doodling two minute noodles
Kinda brutal spelling
Oh one oh one oh oh one one one oh one oh one
Save Our Souls
Cause I'm feeling alone
On my phone and it's not a real home
When I'm prone
To the attention of mention
This black mirror's throwing
Like a slot machine
So duck, look up and get outside your comfort zone
So I said Hi to the girl walking by
Was kinda fly, we went out that night
Playing ping-pong with my ding-dong
She got her freak on like king-kong with a thick thong
But phone pings on like a big gong
Then she's gone like the wind
With her wings on
Black feather, slight hemp, let the ink bless
Black mirror, white femme in a pink dress
Might scare her, right swipe, so she thinks yes
White fella, she ain't fucking with the brothers like its incest
Her life's a vignette of Pinterest, and green lights that blink red
She thinks that - she'll get some attention
From the opposite sex when she mentions in texts
Or messages, sex is only relevant
When your hands are in it, and glands are in it
And its evident that most mans are diminished and only last a minute
So when they pass a picture of her ass on instagram
They have to admit it
To hit it, ridiculous, innit
So I switched my phone off, place it onto the dashboard
Cut up my credit card, like nigga that's what the cash for
And sever the tether to the black star like a pastor like I asked God
As I pass Thor – on the way to Asgard
With an Asgardian mask on
As I blast off with the blast on, like I cracked dawn
And I pass on – into the white light from a black sun
Like I'm taxed out, but I can't yawn – and my back's numb
And I'd abscond but I can't run
Like the cat's out of the bag now the cat's gone
And it's wearing the mask of - a pusillanimous half-dog, on a cat walk
And I blacked out – and I can't spawn
Alone in a bath tub, with an oculus rift plugged into my laptop
Black mirror
On the wall
Please tell are you always on record
Got in trouble, that's when the cops came
Didn't trust the system
So I put it on a blockchain
Sat back at the back of the cab
With my eyes strapped to the mac on my lap
With a kitty cat wrapped on Snapchat
With a snapback, had a flashback
How she packed that ass so fat
Could map that you could tap that
But you lack mac
Cause you trapped to your black screens
Feedings fantasies
Gimme, gimme, gimme
One of these, fancy mirrors please
Follow, follow, follow me
Pardon me, attention economy's running my autonomy
All I wanna see is more of me
Dollar, dollar please
Want a lot of these, apologies
Black mirror
On the wall
Please tell me who's the fairest of them all
Yeah we don't wanna do anything to scare your children
That's the last thing we wanna do
Credits
Writer(s): David Alexander Ritchie, Sour Blve Milk
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