Lyrics

[Hook: $hadow6] Living life like the matrix Never had money but I make sense Camouflaged through my whole life Could've die twice but it made sense It ain't never nothing but a taste bitch Give her good pipe, soon she basic Feeling like a nigga weightless In a black box on the pavement Living life like the matrix Never had money but I make sense Camouflaged through my whole life Could've die twice but it made sense It ain't never nothing but a taste bitch Give her good pipe, soon she basic Feeling like a nigga weightless In a black box on the pavement [Verse 1: VxNDxTTA] Dis like I'm tripping off of LSD While smoking on a nimbus I see dead people When I look in my black mirror Dimmer Light grows ever dimmer Heart colder than winter Hell won't let me enter But I pray an escape awaits me  Yeah, yeah Fuck if go I'll die wit a smile Yeah And if Hell is my abode Bitch I chose to go Guess the dice wasn't in my favor When I rolled, ya know [Hook: $hadow6] Living life like the matrix Never had money but I make sense Camouflaged through my whole life Could've die twice but it made sense It ain't never nothing but a taste bitch Give her good pipe, soon she basic Feeling like a nigga weightless In a black box on the pavement [Verse 2: II Fvced] Look into my eyes you little bitches let reactions gleam Feeling validation from your motherfucking broken screen Need to get good ratings or I'm hated all across the board Put my soul in teddy bear and never rob another store Put me in an LCD box the busted mirror to my neck Because I came for the spot a room with no view I guess I tell you shut up and dance, go in and hold up a bank You're gonna fight to the death you're getting hunted today I am the future of man the black mirror held by your face You need to plan your escape St. Junipero is great You want the lazy way out Just sell your conscience away You want to wake yourself up then smash your mirror today [Hook: $hadow6] Living life like the matrix Never had money but I make sense Camouflaged through my whole life Could've die twice but it made sense It ain't never nothing but a taste bitch Give her good pipe, soon she basic Feeling like a nigga weightless In a black box on the pavement