Holographic, that's what the image is
If I saw it as a habit I'd be privileged
The brain feel the pain, don't know where the damage is
Synthetic happiness on my chest
I'mma write a diss insulting Steve Jobs
Cause oh my God, I hate that man so much
(Fuck you Siri)
The fate was sealed since the IPod touch
And you can see it in the hallway
Motherfuckers with the phone, in the mall, they
Staring at the floor, all looking stupid
This shit feel like a dream but it's lucid
No one ever show the people how to use it
If only I would've got it for the music
My eyes wouldn't burn like a pot lid
This shit feel like a
Fuck
Nine hour screen time
I ain't even see mine
You already knew, bitch
How can you tell
The light got me senile
I can't even see now
Stand up motherfucker
Stand up motherfucker
Stand up motherfucker
Stand up motherfucker
Stand up motherfucker
Stand up motherfucker, you chokin' on a leash
Spit it on the beat when it suck you like a leech
Micky want me to stay niche like the pimples on my cheeks
I don't even rap or sing, I preach
On my momma them haters keep comin
I found a way to get rich
Take 'em to the beach and give a big speech
I'm sellin' pussies 10 dollars each
Cause I got a sense of humor
A cup of nut's the price that would've suit ya
Cause you ain't worth shit if you hangin' on my dick
Soon in the future you'll be asking for a picture, uh
The bass is shakin' the floor, Richter, uh
You actin' dumb, lemme fix ya, uh
Wanna know the root of the problem
First verse
That's where the knowledge is, uh
Nine hour screen time
I ain't even see mine
You already knew, bitch
How can you tell
The light got me senile
I can't even see now
Stand up motherfucker
Stand up motherfucker
Stand up motherfucker
Stand up motherfucker
Stand up motherfucker