toasty digital - ANDROID IS A GUN lyrics
[toasty digital - ANDROID IS A GUN lyrics]
I'm not a fucking role model
I'm a 19 year old fucking
Emotional coaster with pipe dreams
(You started with a mere hello)
Since Kanye tweeted telling people he's
Bumping all of my shit
These mothafuckas think I'm 'sposed to
Live up to something? Shit
(And then you learned her name)
Yonkers dropped and left
Them craniums mindfucked
Now competition missing like that
Nigga my mom fucked
(You notice her finer qualities)
He still hasn't called mе yet
But that's a whole fucking differеnt argument
(And the magic of her rare personality)
Shit, I got over it
And a couple bucks in my pocket
So now I could go buy (Bound, bound)
A couple Hot Pockets and
Grandma could stop cooking (Bound, bound)
Them nasty ass collard greens
Pressure's on me like this top hat
(Bound to fall in love) bastard intro
How the fuck I'm gonna top that?
You started with a mere hello
And then you learned her name is time
You feel alright?
The boy record smell like bleach
I can travel where I want
I'm accustomed clearin' customs
It ain't custom, I don't come
Flee the bird to the truck
I scream, "Au revoir, " to the stewardess
Border control asking stupid shit
Stayin' at home, I hate
Runaway love, but I'm no Ludacris
Sippin' on mint tea, take my shoes off
Then we take off, then I snooze off
Until I land where I'm foreign
Then I wake up, wipe the drool off
Got my passport in my weekend
I'ma cool off, get a sweet tan
Loafers filled with beach sand
Recline 'til it's time to peace sign
Fuck all the chains and the cars
Get a passport see the world
Open your eyes 'til your back hurt
Niggas get bread and won't leave
Shit is backwards
Start with your feet, then a car
Then an airport get out your bubble gum
Blow up horizons, sun
Sled in the Alps or go tube in Missoula
Or tour in Japan or go scuba in Cuba
Or land in a borough, Jerrod got the brioche
Ciabatta in Como, it matches my peacoat
Oversee the sea
All the things that you could see
Like them languages I speak
Out in Paris for a week
Take my nephews out to Nice, they
Like "Who?" I'm like, "Oui, " ha
Can't they just be happy for me
Like, a kid with nothing
Living out his dreams? Why they
Got to fucking hate? G-o-l-f, g-o-l-f
I'm a 19 year old fucking
Emotional coaster with pipe dreams
(You started with a mere hello)
Since Kanye tweeted telling people he's
Bumping all of my shit
These mothafuckas think I'm 'sposed to
Live up to something? Shit
(And then you learned her name)
Yonkers dropped and left
Them craniums mindfucked
Now competition missing like that
Nigga my mom fucked
(You notice her finer qualities)
He still hasn't called mе yet
But that's a whole fucking differеnt argument
(And the magic of her rare personality)
Shit, I got over it
And a couple bucks in my pocket
So now I could go buy (Bound, bound)
A couple Hot Pockets and
Grandma could stop cooking (Bound, bound)
Them nasty ass collard greens
Pressure's on me like this top hat
(Bound to fall in love) bastard intro
How the fuck I'm gonna top that?
You started with a mere hello
And then you learned her name is time
You feel alright?
The boy record smell like bleach
I can travel where I want
I'm accustomed clearin' customs
It ain't custom, I don't come
Flee the bird to the truck
I scream, "Au revoir, " to the stewardess
Border control asking stupid shit
Stayin' at home, I hate
Runaway love, but I'm no Ludacris
Sippin' on mint tea, take my shoes off
Then we take off, then I snooze off
Until I land where I'm foreign
Then I wake up, wipe the drool off
Got my passport in my weekend
I'ma cool off, get a sweet tan
Loafers filled with beach sand
Recline 'til it's time to peace sign
Fuck all the chains and the cars
Get a passport see the world
Open your eyes 'til your back hurt
Niggas get bread and won't leave
Shit is backwards
Start with your feet, then a car
Then an airport get out your bubble gum
Blow up horizons, sun
Sled in the Alps or go tube in Missoula
Or tour in Japan or go scuba in Cuba
Or land in a borough, Jerrod got the brioche
Ciabatta in Como, it matches my peacoat
Oversee the sea
All the things that you could see
Like them languages I speak
Out in Paris for a week
Take my nephews out to Nice, they
Like "Who?" I'm like, "Oui, " ha
Can't they just be happy for me
Like, a kid with nothing
Living out his dreams? Why they
Got to fucking hate? G-o-l-f, g-o-l-f