Raised By The Internet - Kodachrome lyrics
(Tell em whatcha think of this) Kodachrome, film the garden gnomes Casually attracted, to the sight of homes He was on his own, skinny monotone Lack of interaction, lived inside a phone Well actually in an Acura Drive off to the lake and let his feet hang off the aqueduct Leo drove the maxima I-into a wall 50 shades of Blank Throw the hate up on my pretty face You pop up in my dreams Silver Surf when I choose to race Whoa-whoa n***a slow your roll No I don't sip styrofoam Jacaranda boy, lost on where he wanna f**ing go Tried to make friends but he took his sh** and went home Then he made a group and now he running with the loot And I like to stay in 2's, but sh** I've never owned a coupe And I'm all about the brain so all I eat is soup (Wah!) I'm in love with these trees and I ain't talking 'bout weed I refer to Jacarandas, swear my soul is the seed Lavender leaves, catch me in the pa**enger seat Probably driving down to L.A. bumping Futura Free Where's the future I need Or the one I'm hoping to see I wanna move in with my boys so we can go to the beach (An triple S' on... on my feet?) n***as always talk but they know they can't compete with us Chitty-chat behind our back but always wanna link with us They say I'm always lazy, exactly why my f**in feet is up Not a team player, so I need to get my features up Who the f** are you to me? This girl just wanna freak with me I always get attached, y'see I'm thinkin' bout what we could be f** sh** is all in my head All in my head sh** is all in my head now sh** is all in my head All in my head Got that power in my hands now Ay J, Ay J What d'ya think of that? Oh is that Asha calling? Never been the one they forget about Never been the one with the heat in my lap But I never been the one in the backseat Never been the one to forget facts A-I cold chain like Slickback See me give 10 feet, get back Make y'all walk the plank, no six pack Man y'all so plain, like tic-tacs Still bumpin' that Coldplay Still knockin' like croquet Teen spirit like Cobain So faux like toupees With no Rogaine But still cold chain Blue face feel like Coltrane And vans talking like oobie, yeah Whip hoopty, I'm speeding, yeah Genes captain like Keaton yeah Star boy like Wil Wheaton n***as trip when they meet me But flake out appointments on weekends And please Tell your friend to not tell her friends that I'm friends with her or we speaking Can’t flex with my girlfriend so we FaceTime when I’m geeking Been on E for 10 exits Eat chances like that for breakfast If I leave now I might shake the world When I peace out like the Brexit Since Donald Duck got elected