CYBER OUTSIDER (Explicit)

(Mhm, mhm, mhm

E da da, e da da, e da da

Xrne)

She say she wetter wetter

Than some water

Pull up in a scooter

Shoot up that bazooka all over the room

You might catch a fade

Keep that scope 8 times zoom

I don’t need no help

These ******* wear Bape

Two thousand and ten

Spend dollars like apes

I buy that terrain

Real money estate, right under my chain

Get that bag,

Call it Louie

And on God

Damn I be blooming

Finessing like Messi

(her, she messy)

Hair tight in a bun

Left hand be her gun

The demon outrun

Your homies my sons

(What?)

Your homies my sons, huh

(She say she wetter wetter

Than some water

Pull up in a scooter

Shoot up that bazooka (pop))

These ******* bamboozled

All over the room

All over the room

All over the room

(Yeah yeah, xrne)

Generate but we wont regenerate

Celebrate all the talents and all the voices who create

Genuine art ‘cause it’s been made from the heart

Yeah, we all came so far and we won’t fall apart

They’ll make me sing even when i’m dead

Even if it’s just for a silly little ******* trend

Yeah, we’re sick and tired, y’all are consumed by desire

I’ll return to mother earth but they won’t let me retire (yuh)

I’m a cyber outsider

Don’t kill my flame ‘cause i got a lighter

Aim for my goals yeah call me a sniper

Never give up ‘cause i am a fighter

They’re talking ****, but i stay deaf

They call it new, i say art theft

I don’t need AI assistance

(Please just give me human wisdom)

Pick up a pen, pick up some paper

Do it again, put in the labor

‘Cause that’s art (yeah)

Real art (yeah)

She say she wetter wetter

Than some water

Pull up in a scooter

Shoot up that bazooka all over the room

You might catch a fade

Keep that scope 8 times zoom

I don’t need no help

These ******* wear Bape

Two thousand and ten

Spend dollars like apes

I buy that terrain

Real money estate, right under my chain

(Get that bag,

Call it Louie

And on God

Damn I be blooming

Finessing like Messi

(her, she messy)

Hair tight in a bun

Left hand be her gun

The demon outrun

Your homies my sons

(What?)

Your homies my sons, huh)

(Vocal chops)