S.W.A.S.

Sitting on my own, I'm in a parked out car Waiting patiently to hear from the law Waking up at six, I'm tryna pick up on the flip Cutting up a fifth and only got one rip The future and the robots own the world Now, why do I gotta live before I die? Cause I die a little every time inside I try just to give them service with a smile Rocking back and forth I'm in a bathroom stall You know I'm tryna come down from a spicy eight Ball Grindin on my jaw till it got fucked up The NSA is watching, no, I have a hunch The future and the robots own the world Now, why do I gotta live before I die? Cause I die a little every time inside I try just to give them service with a smile The future and the robots own the world Now, why do I gotta live before I die? Cause I die a little every time inside I try just to give them service with a smile