Plastic Lyrics

Sellin' me everywhere, every place I look

From the games we play, to the text read in school

Crooked, hoping to hit it big

soon as they change the formula you lose, ain't that a bitch

Shake my head, anticipate the schism

Menus in my face, man I ain't playin'

Recycled reskins, it's all the same

Repeat the formula, and dammit it sings

Why get a job, if i can bet on the roman circus

Wager on a script, designed behind closed curtains

Lurkin' among vermin you learnin'

Polished and i'm pixel perfect

Put out bullshit? Yeah, we fall back

Release a reskin? We retract

Squeeze out a sequel? Motherfuck that

Was put on the planet to blast all plastic

All in motion, all that exists

Modern day plastic, come to terms with it

Enough of the upsellin', I scroll past it

Not buying your lies, just wanna blast

Pen go sporadic, while I right click

The urge to blast all that is plastic

Here to play and you wanna promote?

I ain't sold, just wanna blast

All this talk of independence, escape the rat race

abundance of dependence, digs they graves

Products purchased with intent to misconstrue

Give 'em what sells, after all they got kids that need food

Glorified guns 'n the way they got gains

And you wonder why state of the nation decays

Hit of that acid, melts my face

reality scrambled, my idiotic ways

Beetey eyed newcomers can't match the momentum

Better keep that 9-5, stay jealous

I get deeper than a submarine and I'll take care of the noise

If you boycott the bloatware that's out to destroy

No kerosine no line breaks truth in a single string

Loop it back around for you, I bring

No fear by the buckets, deleted my character

Life's a bitch, and I never cared for her

All in motion, all that exists

Modern day plastic, come to terms with it

Enough of the upsellin', scroll past it

I ain't buying your lies, I just wanna blast

Pen go sporadic, while I right click

The urge to blast all that is plastic

Here to play and you wanna push

I ain't buying your lies, I just wanna blast

Guess it takes a contradiction to bomb these bitches

The kicks you kissin' of the clowns in these kitchens

Cookin' algorithms cluckin' these cocks could get it if you cocksuckers could stop consumin' its

Contracts with hidden objects

Content which is not honest

I combat with bomb tracks

And they come back with claws extracted, plastic