Synthetic Cells Lyrics

(Aye, aye)

These synthetic cells

I know my body like I don't know nobody else

Feel like automata, dark souls, death cells

Fool my vision, I'm in prison boutta post bail

And my skin turn chrome like a fairy tale

Touch down on earth, I'm in a train boutta derail

Feelin Whitney, feel like tron without his set of skills

I'm a puppet to my program like someone else

I'm boutta melt, I'ma fail, yuh

They won't think about it, they gon listen, make 'em rowdy, fuck it

I'ma lay a body on em, finally found my hobby

But y'all prolly call me trash, a lot of y'all think you could top me

But I'm climbin up the lobby 'gon look good from up above

I got love

I got love

I got love

I got love

Sick of the process, I wanna pause this shit

Before I drop out, drop top, pop and shit

For the pops and shit

For the crowd, run it back one time for the kids down south

And amoxicillin for the bands I pounce

I want out

I want out

I want out

I want out, this fucking skin, it's been creepin in and in

And I'm finally feelin thinner than I was before

Announce a simple sin and I'm out

I got no weight on my belt

I know I said I'd be down, well no more

These synthetic cells

I know my body like I don't know nobody else

Feel like automata, dark souls, death cells

Fool my vision, I'm in prison boutta post bail

And my skin turn chrome

But I'm blessed, hell

I'm the illest rapper on the west hill

Pest, kill

When I run my lines I got the best feel

Yeah, still, I ain't put out music since like last year

Testing my patience I ain't waitin that's a mass tear

(Woah) Woah

Tommy gon' rock on the boat

Told me to properly pose

Top of the game in a coat

Care for me and my post though

Carefully like I wrote home

Care to see what I don't know

Curtesy of my rose

Slow me down, know it sounds off

Lead me back to my body

I'm hoping you find me there

These synthetic cells

I know my body like I don't know nobody else

Feel like automata, dark souls, death cells

Fool my vision, I'm in prison boutta post bail

And my skin turn chrome like a fairy tale

Touch down on earth, I'm in a train boutta derail

Feelin Whitney, feel like tron without his set of skills

I'm a puppet to my program like someone else

I'm boutta melt, I'ma fail, yuh

They won't think about it, they gon listen, make 'em rowdy, fuck it

I'ma lay a body on em, finally found my hobby

But y'all prolly call me trash, a lot of y'all think you could top me

But I'm climbin up the lobby 'gon look good from up above

I got love

I got love

I got love

I got love