Istasha - Happy Cyborg lyrics

Okay I boast it ornamental
Let it cover cus I never set up
I need a severance satan, Cheat me
Cus I’m fucking it up
I need a, I need a beer
Ante up my throat in solvent
I need a, I need a gear
And I run up out this sorrow

Miles in my back
I got gross sense of distance
An Eye resting on my gravel
Retire as no medusa i comply with a piss
Drenched in payed sense of bliss
Ammonia racks, attire of shit
I’m out of discipline

Lost thoughts, hind sight
Are my eyes in the back now?
Loss high, blind spot
Are my eyes in the back now?
I just need to focus

Take a second
Run like cockroaches, I’m lost in a game
Display is tearing neat
No powder out of flour
Cocaine

Replace the power i’m out running bitch
Just not in my doubts
Wish I could see my legs
I’m locked inside a Treadmill
Caught in my bed still
Thoughts in my head spill wandering service
I’d rather stay and take the blue pill
Cucked In the closet rust stuck to my bars
What lost and forgotten
I master problems like honest to god

Lost thoughts, hind sight
Are my eyes in the back now?
Loss high, blind spot
Are my eyes in the back now?
I just need to focus