[Verse 1]
Man made the Web, you don't need a name
Man made of faults, I ain't too ashamed
Every thought I had, put it in a box (box)
Everybody see it just before the cops
Trolling, trolling, trolling these niggas
Rick Rolling these niggas, they mad cause they don't know any better
"Hold up, it's the kid—quick, tell him he can't sit with us!"
Fuck it, got money, bought friends like I'm TBS
VVS, I can see it all with the clarity
Real deep, hope they dig a nigga 'fore they bury me
Even though, we were told to go where they wouldn't go
Hella slow, that's that dial up, watch it pile up, fly
[Bridge]
Andrew Auernheimer
Pulling on her weave, it's that Andrew Auernheimer
(scratching)
Andrew Auernheimer
Pulling on her weave, it's that Andrew Auernheimer
(scratching)
Andrew Auernheimer
Pulling on her weave, it's that Andrew Auernheimer
(scratching)
Andrew Auernheimer
Pulling on her weave, it's that Andrew Auernheimer
[Verse 2]
We are the dreams of our parents lost in the future
Who hide the deepest desires and wear a mask like a lucha—
Door open, we were smoking in the hotel
The vapors went through the hallway
The manager pissed as hell
I mean where's the line between Donnie G and Gambino?
He hang with girls like he Lena
But needed some time to re-up
Tequila in the cantina, 30 dollars I swallowed
The Sauza so malo then she said "You need to grow up
You been doing this for too long
That Camp was a million years ago, sing me a different song"
Whether you're trolling or controlling, just a reminder
You think you get it, you don't, it's that Andrew Auernheimer
I'm gone—
[Bridge]
Andrew Auernheimer
Pulling on her weave, it's that Andrew Auernheimer
(scratching)
Andrew Auernheimer
Pulling on her weave, it's that Andrew Auernheimer
(scratching)
Andrew Auernheimer
Pull--
Now I'm back
Give a fuck or give 'em hell, just not a chance to react
Tyler Durden this burden, hurting
They said there was curtains
Certain demise, look in his eyes, the pain inadvertent
I could've stayed where I was and have a life you'd be proud of
But I'd rather chase things never thought of
It was all love, saying, "Go hard"
Making dope, it's a trap, Ackbar backfired
Panic dreams, so it seems we're meant to die
I had to figure it out; "It's the best," no, that's a lie
Had to get some stuff off my chest, I vaporized
High on my own, it took time to realize
Because the Internet, mistakes are forever
But if we fuck up on this journey, at least we're together
Man, I wish I could go back and tell that kid it's make-believe
Make 'em believe in themselves, people who needed my help
Feelings I felt, keeling myself
No one's ever been this lost
I just get the information retweet it or say it sucks
I just got the motivation, your talent's just a bunch of luck
Hard work and dedication, but lately it's run amok
Waking up in these places I don't remember
Texts from people I never met, doors left open
(Who is this? Don't do it. Who is this?)
I don't know who I am anymore
Still on the beat though
Still in the game, but he moves with a cheat code
Slowest connection ever, my life inside a computer
Them bands that'll make 'em dance, my wallet's Lollapalooza
The violence, first-person shooter
First person to move, first person to speak
My mils aren't meek, they scream in the streets
Losing my frame of reference
These pieces of shit for breakfast
Funny, the day you're born, that's really your death sentence
the day you're born, that's really your death sentence
the day you're born, that's really your death sentence
[Bridge]x2
Andrew Auernheimer
Pulling on her weave, it's that Andrew Auernheimer
(scratching)
Andrew Auernheimer
Pulling on her weave, it's that Andrew Auernheimer
(scratching)
Andrew Auernheimer
Pulling on her weave, it's that Andrew Auernheimer
(scratching)
Andrew Auernheimer
Pulling on her weave, it's that Andrew Auernheimer
Pulling on her weave, it's tha
the day you're born, that's really your death sentence
New Jersey rapper links with Dublin producer for a hard-hitting, old-school LP featuring Open Mike Eagle, Hemlock Ernst, and more. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 31, 2024
