[Verse 1: Rob Sonic]
We living time flies, bidding riddance sci-fis
Sitting with them city griffins in the kitchen limelight
Can we get some more, sir? Only if you warrior
Great suit boo, yeah America means war, sir
Where’d you get that gone here a jellyfish with long hair
Belly full of BigMac, hell is for the lawn chair
Tell ‘em on the Dot Com, where we will get off our
Rocker with them coppers and them doctors and them pornstars
History in the make out, looking for the dough, man
Wrestling with them robber barons [?] with gold bands
God is sparing no chance, drifting in a bike lane
Drunk off all the sake for your lights page, ice age
Covered throwing rice and cousin might say
Wedding ceremony where his lonely loving wife waits
She changed her address and her status and her picture
There used to be some twerking in some skirt that didn’t fit her
Not the kind of mixed words you can pirate shit for
Talking to the family like they cannot reach the [?]
Draw or insert, shut your fucking Von Trapp
Some of you have never paid for music you should blog that

[Chorus x2: Billy Woods]
I’m tryna get it how they got it in the future fam
Vietnam flashbacks from the ceiling fan
I’m tryna get it how they got it in the future fam
Vietnam flashbacks from the ceiling fan
[Verse 2: Billy Woods]
Funk flex-esque autopilot setting set
Latest app automatically updated today’s regrets
Automotons correlate the reff
Arm button pressed by robot arm
Silent alarm when he crept in the Skynet
Manifest destiny with farms across the Midwest
Even the crying Indian grinning, finally gets the jest
Trust fund anarchist protest by repress and Protect Ya Neck on cassette
Peppering they speech with words like: “bumping” and “fresh”
Do not adjust your set, she is indeed a hot mess
Butt implants photoshop breasts
He copped the extra bandwidth while wifey slept
Build your own god Gilgamesh
Self administered Voight-Kampff test
Results inconclusive, little to no empathy
Vladimir Putin in the pulpit
American made negroes replaced by cheaper Chinese units
Batteries not included, simple algorithms recreate artisanal black music
I’m getting money is what the computers computed

[Chorus x2: Billy Woods]
I’m tryna get it how they got it in the future fam
Vietnam flashbacks from the ceiling fan
I’m tryna get it how they got it in the future fam
Vietnam flashbacks from the ceiling fan