the fuckers

Nonstop on top
They just want main sex
Nothing too private
Everything broadcasting

Private live stream
Back of a plane jet
Blast it through a radio playlist

Man i'm tripping off what
No more whys
Whens or apologies
Too late for that shit
Don't know why you're calling me
Appalled to see
Another ball and chain
Philosophy rise
Turning off the HDR on my eyes
Got like 50 more devices to disable
Before i'm back to the stone age
It's like a cold glaze

In a cold haze
Over sight
When i'm walking outside
Cause the racetrack
In my front yard
I'm still scared to burn some fuel
So i'm blasting in EV mode
When I'm walking far

How many years till I get there
Who cares
Lotion up my skin
For the warm up
It's been fair
And when I say fair
I don't mean carnival
Cause y'all some clowns in bronzer
Tryna look like our people
Man



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Writer(s): Bryson Martin
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