| Look in my eyes and come catch a vibe, baby, I promise I got you tonight
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| Trapped in your phone screen, life gon' pass you
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| In one ear and out the other, with everything I ask you
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| You’re a slave to your socials, make sure you take a picture with me, bitch,
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| cause I’m poppin', post it up proper
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| All of them filters they got you lookin' like a model
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| What would you do if we went to a party way out in the desert and no one could
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| reach you?
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| You ain’t have nothin' but music and family and friends, all the people who
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| actually need you
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| Do you really gotta check your phone every fuckin' two minutes?
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| Dance with me and let’s have a drink, go crazy, don’t care what people think
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| Leave the party take off your shoes, break all the rules and run down the beach
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| We can fuck in your daddy’s car but don’t Snapchat that, mhm
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| I don’t have to edit no pics to see your ass is fat, mhm
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| Let’s head back to the trap, get it fast, take a sip, call a Lyft, tell a joke,
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| Imma laugh
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| And you know Imma spaz, no coke, Imma pass, we could talk but I don’t wanna
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| know about your past
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| (What do you do?) Oh, I rap, don’t act like you ain’t know that
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| Got a email with a beat disattached (The fuckin' Wi-Fi went out)
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| I don’t think my phone workin'
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| You can’t have my passcode, that shit make me so nervous
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| Might pull out my Snapchat, look at all of these hoes twerkin'
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| What the fuck? |
| I ain’t got no service
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| I ain’t got no service
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| I ain’t got no service
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| No service
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| I ain’t got no service
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| Like a black man durin' segregation, tryna get a table in a white neighborhood,
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| no service
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| No shoes and I’m shirtless, shut down the Wi-Fi, I did it on purpose
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| Got a better purpose this evenin', plus everything you readin' misleadin'
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| Why you all up in their business, who cheatin'? |
| I can make it disappear like
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| Houdini
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| Why would you ask Siri, Mister Feenie? |
| On a fence with experience he needed
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| To tell you about what you should believe in, you should be out here just
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| achievin'
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| Sometimes your phone be the reason, that you are terrible at speakin'
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| Cause you only talk through a text but you freeze up soon as you meet 'em
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| Goddamn, I’m a hypocrite, lemme flip the script, you got me soundin' like an
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| idiot
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| (Dude, isn’t this album supposed to be called As Seen On The Internet?)
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| After you download this album, listen to it with no interruptions
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| Tell all of your friends to come over and have the dopest discussions
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| Joe Swanson: Ugh, oh, God, hey Peter, you didn’t have any problems with this uh.
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| . |
| new Futuristic album, did you?
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| Peter Griffin: Uh, no, no, did not
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| Jason Statham: I’m Jason Stathem and there’s not a lotta things that impress me
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| but this album definitely took me by the balls and said, «Look here,
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| this sure is something serious»
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| Ted: Futuristic, he can be a thunder buddy for me, I, I like this album so much
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| I tell you what, I would tell everyone of my friends about it, every single one,
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| what do you think? |
| You tell me, God
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| God: Well guy, I told you I’m not God, I’m Morgan Freeman, there is not much
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| that I like more than this song but maybe one thing and that’s strawberry
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| shortcakes, mm, mm, mm, I sure do love strawberry shortcakes
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| Optimus Prime: I am Optimus Prime, we must finish this Futuristic song,
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| Autobots transform and roll out!
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| I don’t think my phone workin'
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| You can’t have my passcode, that shit make me so nervous
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| Might pull out my Snapchat, look at all of these hoes twerkin'
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| What the fuck? |
| I ain’t got no service
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| I ain’t got no service
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| I ain’t got no service
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| No service
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| I ain’t got no service |