Letra de Simulation
Nothing is real, we in the Hills
On foreign wheels, you in your feels
We in the building, we in here building
On foreign wheels, you in your feels
We in the building, we in here building
We stackin' ass up like LEGOs
All of my niggas is meglo
I'm pumpin' that Petrol
And business is boomin' like... (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Nothing is real, we in the Hills
On foreign wheels, you in your feels
We in the building, we in here building
We stackin' ass up like LEGOs
All of my niggas is meglo
I'm pumpin' that Petrol
And business is boomin' like Texaco (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Jump out the coup, fresher than you
Shittin' on niggas like poopity-scoop
Boy, I'm the truth, fuck they gon' do?
Can't fuck with the team, no, we alley-oop
Love to all polyamorous
Except for the glamorous
No ice on our wrist, we eat the rich
Brain so good, I flip the whip
So I set sail, sea of semiotics
Saw a sailor sinking, thinking he was walking
Walking on a wave saying he could save
Seeking souls, really?
He the one they need to save
Threw the bol a rope, pulled him on a boat
Gave him breath again 'til he slowly woke
Kissed him on the lips, then I stood and cried
This ain’t rock and roll, this is patricide
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Nothing is real, we in the Hills
On foreign wheels, you in your feels
We in the building, we in here building
We stackin' ass up like LEGOs
All of my niggas is meglo
I'm pumpin' that Petrol
And business is boomin' like... (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Nothing is real, we in the Hills
On foreign wheels, you in your feels
We in the building, we in here building
We stackin' ass up like LEGOs
All of my niggas is meglo
I'm pumpin' that Petrol
And business is boomin' like... (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
They cuttin' funding, locking up children, and banning books
While I'm poppin bottles with dope boys that bottom
'Til we shoot our babies like Sandy Hook
No truth to be found anywhere we look
Can’t be fucked quotin' any bloke
Rush in bust like King Mob on these archons and
Bitch I know all of my exit doors
All of my haters get X and O’s
All of my mates is on X and coke
Artists out here starving, we golden hearted
Good deed when we feed 'em these decibels, easy
Easy as making a mil' off a mil' that you got from a will
You could hold numbers on Billboard or get voted POTUS
Know I do not fuck with you still
Facing augmented realities
Even before the technology
I’ma keep poking these niggas stay woke on these niggas until they raise my mama salary
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All of my niggas is meglo
I'm pumpin' that Petrol
And business is boomin' like... (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Nothing is real, we in the Hills
On foreign wheels, you in your feels
We in the building, we in here building
We stackin' ass up like LEGOs
All of my niggas is meglo
I'm pumpin' that Petrol
And business is boomin' like Texaco (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Jump out the coup, fresher than you
Shittin' on niggas like poopity-scoop
Boy, I'm the truth, fuck they gon' do?
Can't fuck with the team, no, we alley-oop
Love to all polyamorous
Except for the glamorous
No ice on our wrist, we eat the rich
Brain so good, I flip the whip
So I set sail, sea of semiotics
Saw a sailor sinking, thinking he was walking
Walking on a wave saying he could save
Seeking souls, really?
He the one they need to save
Threw the bol a rope, pulled him on a boat
Gave him breath again 'til he slowly woke
Kissed him on the lips, then I stood and cried
This ain’t rock and roll, this is patricide
Simulation
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Nothing is real, we in the Hills
On foreign wheels, you in your feels
We in the building, we in here building
We stackin' ass up like LEGOs
All of my niggas is meglo
I'm pumpin' that Petrol
And business is boomin' like... (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Nothing is real, we in the Hills
On foreign wheels, you in your feels
We in the building, we in here building
We stackin' ass up like LEGOs
All of my niggas is meglo
I'm pumpin' that Petrol
And business is boomin' like... (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
They cuttin' funding, locking up children, and banning books
While I'm poppin bottles with dope boys that bottom
'Til we shoot our babies like Sandy Hook
No truth to be found anywhere we look
Can’t be fucked quotin' any bloke
Rush in bust like King Mob on these archons and
Bitch I know all of my exit doors
All of my haters get X and O’s
All of my mates is on X and coke
Artists out here starving, we golden hearted
Good deed when we feed 'em these decibels, easy
Easy as making a mil' off a mil' that you got from a will
You could hold numbers on Billboard or get voted POTUS
Know I do not fuck with you still
Facing augmented realities
Even before the technology
I’ma keep poking these niggas stay woke on these niggas until they raise my mama salary
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