Tapped In ft. Myka 9 Lyrics

I watched the pot that boiled

I'm not talkin' slick off that oil

Not wavin' to the loyal

Who misused them rolls of tinfoil

I get around like an Uber driver

I get deeper than a scuba diver

I respect all them super riders

They never wanna be a

In principle, it should be quite simple

To say fuck the bullshit and just keep pumpin'

More sensible to be right mental

To the play off the pulpit while the beat is bumpin'

The smartphone becomes my best friend

My heart known to none, my trust ends

When I switch Siri and Alexa, My theory

They hear me, I'm sick, and say fuck its just them

A.I. am getting kisses from the internet

Giving brains, artificial intelligence

Perplexing introspectively

I fail to make the connection with my Wi-Fi

She can tell I'm sky high off of that thai dye

Then I had a Mai Tai, and I'm eye to eye level

With a helicopter that just did a fly-by

Yes, I'm a chopper, voila

I was checking my credit scores in apps

Getting tech like my head is sore from facts

With a monopoly of power means

In a patchwork social system

It's entirely possible there's more to be hacked

I remember the thrill of the baby shower

And the gender reveal

The dense information and the child separation

The vendors and bills and the splender of scrill

Now it's a clear and present danger

That I fear is a lesser stranger to feel

You might roll with the staple of genius

But I'm not bendin my will

Yeah

It's all love, but I hate everybody

It's all love, but I hate everybody

It's all love, but I hate everybody

It's all love, but I hate everybody

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you

You're cool, Fuck you, I'm out

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you

You're cool, Fuck you, I'm out

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you

You're cool, Fuck you, I'm out

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you

You're cool, Fuck you, I'm out

I just quit thinking lately

Nobody can save me

Praise thee, he's amazing

Blessing me with his graces

Graciously, patiently, killin statements and frees'

Tastefully, shape my cadency

Shorty prays on her knees

Venomous with my penmanship

Wear em down like the pencil tip

Pen games too dull blurrin the lines of the censorship

Can't say this, if you're gonna do that

And you can't play rich

If you're gonna drive that

Keep up with the Joneses

As one of the clones

In this app powered trap

While they tap in our phones

Know how the coin flips

Straight to the point

Boistrous boys slipping makin sense of the voices

All in my head

Predicting my choices

Influence subconscious

With colors and noises

They windin my clock

Time to pick up the pace

I just wanna slow down

To pick up in the race

Remember the victory

Change in the taste

And the times that I fell

But still rose and saved face

Know what I'm saying

Pick up what I'm dropping

It's all love but I'm outside

Fuck the world type talking

Life was much simpler

With gold slippers on Michael Johnson

Now the listeners are bots

Get it poppin'

Ain't really on one

So I'ma keep treading up current

Till I get mine

Duncan bank shot

Rockin streets to sleep

Like it's bedtime