Hey, you should Google "blue waffle"

It's awful, terrible, unbearable imagery, uh

Searchin' for some balance, where the fuck is the symmetry? Uh

Robotic people marchin' forward toward the infinity, uh

You at the epitome, of rap in 2020

You look funny, honey

Get your money, money, it ain't shit to me

It ain't shit to me, but some digits

The metal make the man more rigid

The robot clockwork

Spinnin' like a helicopter

The cops work overtime around hеre

I don't leave thе crib, I do it all in simulation

Workin', eatin', sleepin' and assisted masturbation

I'm facin', the ceiling of my basement and the government is tracin'

The thoughts inside my head and keepin' track of what I've said

I think it's better if the virtual encasing

Everything I do from head to toe and it ain't disconnectable

The mean machine dissectible

Like amphibians, we livin' in a 3D model

I figure, my ****, we might form a sort of digital migration

Give up all our bodies, become one with the vibration

Or maybe we might merge with the computer

Form a nation of the cyborgs shooters fightin' AI

Brutus turned against us, et tu

You will end this whole game that we've been playin'

If we don't control the shit that we creatin'

Or maybe that's destiny

The future that we all help build

If the devil get the best of me, then you better give him hell

I felt the vibe that he testin' me, I thought I had to hide my guilt

But I've become a better me

Cybernetically

Oh man, we're fuck