LYRICS:
Better come correct no you cannot rewind
tv snow gonna baptize me the holy static devine
CRT burning my halo into neon kanji signs
they dont really fuck with you until they see a bag online
act they dont fuck with but study every line
Cigarette pixel burning on rooftop see the sky
and you think you do it better get your bitch ass off my line
Wanna be so Hollywood but i already know your kind
All you really doin is whippets and motherd*ckin line
You can say its not that deep then you turn around talk about god
bitch im based as fuck yeah you a fraud
when i show up you get crossed
and i hope that we dont meet
say that i dont talk enough but i know my music gonna speak
i dont talk
imma like em tweak
i dont speak
imma let em fucking tweak