Music: Slayyyter/Jakob Rabitsch
Yeah, yeah
You heard the song straight, straight off my ipod
Straight off the Tumblr blog, I am a god, yes sir!
Keepin' my money stacked up on the dresser
You copy, paste the vibe, I never chase the vibe
Bitch, look alive, I'm doing drugs tonight
Ones that I'm not prescribed, yeah!
I'm crankin' up, old technology, shit out of luck
What do you want from me? I'm having fun tonight
I'm doing drugs tonight
I'm crankin' up, old technology, **** your critique
Bitch, what do you want from me? I need some peace of mind
I'm doing drugs tonight
I want a new face, facing 'em all down
Don't want to come around
Relapse into a bender
Big bag of rack on the dresser
You copy, paste the vibe, I never chase the vibe
I hope I die, I'm doing drugs tonight
Ones that I'm not prescribed, oh I
I'm crankin' up, old technology, shit out of luck
What do you want from me? I'm having fun tonight
I'm doing drugs tonight
I'm crankin' up, old technology, **** your critique
Bitch, what do you want from me? I need some peace of mind
I'm doing drugs tonight
Old technology
Old technology
Old technology
Old technology
A place to tell them so
Old technology
Old technology
Old technology
Old technology
Old technology
Old technology
Old technology
Old technology