Kashmere - Sprites lyrics

[lyrics originally transcripted by jimmy dyna, onesecbeforetheend & etze] Bugs, gremlins, devils, sprites Yeah Digital sprites They done surround your brain like soul drain [train?] Mischievious, trying to sabotage your whole game Beware, always disable your damn webcam Or end up like "Fam, where the f** is my hand?" They're like the flesh eating virus, but zeros and ones And if they ever take over, f** heroes and guns They got the digi-d**h rays and trolling cancer patients If you wanna be a c*nt you will find them inspirational They lurk in the back with spyware Pissing in your suit like “f** it, it's my year.” b**by trap your house with the cherry bomb arsenal Lurking behind mirrors and doors, laughing hard at you As the pie slams into your grill They hack your Facebook status with a mission to k** Writing dummy sh**, like "Justin Bieber's so s**y and tall" And so and so soul s**s kangaroo balls They made world rap famous for all the hat makers And even made a lane for all the rap haters The illest one out of the swarm Will fill up your bosses email with hardcore p**n If you miss a bus or a train, it will sabotage They are to blame for everything, not the avatar Doing everything in their power to make you look like the odd one For real, this is a problem Sprites, bugs, gremlins, devils (x4) Yo, a sunny day turns to sh** standing out in the hood A car splashes you with a puddle and wets you up good In the driver seat laughing there's a digital sprite Working solo, looking like the criminal type Spilling a drink on your laptop to ruin your life Doing it twice instead of coming through with advice Hiding your keys, throwing apples, then hiding in trees And making jellyfish sting you when you dive in the sea Mmm, scratch your favorite CDs and draw smileys The live feed shows them scratching patterns at high speed Knocking books off the shelf, raise a toast To a pixelated devil, you thought it was a ghost They escaped from the old-school computer-game junk yard Angry at the world for being left for dead thus far The failed hype, sticking bananas in your tail-pipe Malevolent, coming from underground, not the heaven-sent The quickest way to get rid of it Get a taser, send him into oblivion A reoccurring, 8-bit multicolored explosions Think positive and keep the lifestyle golden You know at times, life may seems like it's trying to get you Like the whole universe is trying to sweat you But quit the whining! Sometimes life ain't fair! You just - We gotta give a shout out to Clive Sinclair Sprites, bugs, gremlins, devils (x4)