How’re we doin?
Hold on, you don’t need to smoke for the acoustic stuff. It doesn’t make sense
It’s not a rock… Can we cut on the smoke, please? Okay
Create the server then Im taking you there
Watch you pixelize and bend to thin air
I think its funny cause you plead and you swear
That you built for the game but you just Alien Ware
You just talk about performance but when you get down to the core of it
Nothing, just some dust up in the wind you so ignorable
Cuttin while exportin ya
Cut you while Im torching up
The skinny razor flicking cretins skin reaping torturer
You, you want some foreigns while me, I want whats from the sky
Give me all the money that theyre giving you Ill make it thrive
Fifteen solar cells Get my life up beyond the clouds
Garden with the finest soil plug the bash before it fell
Im trying to pick my words more carefully
Look at you and see the only thing that cares for me