Look in my eyes and come catch a vibe
Baby I promise I got you tonight
Trapped on your phone screen
Life gon' pass you, in one ear and out the other
But everything I ask you, you're a slave to your socials
Make sure you take a picture with me bitch cause I'm poppin'
Post it up proper
All of them filters they got you looking like a model
Damn, What would you do if we went to a party way out in the desert and no one could reach you?
You ain't have nothing but music and family and friends, all the people who actually need you
Do you really gotta check your phone every fucking two minutes?
Dance with me and let's have a drink
Go crazy, don't care what people think
Leave the party take off your shoes
Break all the rules
And run down the beach
We can fuck in your Daddy's car
But don't Snapchat that
Mhm, I don't have to edit no pics to see yo' ass is fat
Mhm, Let's head back to the trap, get it fast
Take a sip, call a Lyft, tell a joke I'ma laugh
And you know I'm spazzin', no coke I'ma pass
We could talk but I don't wanna know about your past
(What do you do?)
Oh, I rap
Don't act like you ain't know that
Gotta a email with a beat disattached
(The fucking wifi went out)
I don't think my phone workin'
You can't have my passcode
That shit make me so nervous
Might pull out my Snapchat
Look at all of these hoes twerkin'
What the fuck? I ain't got no service
No service, I ain't got no service
No service, I ain't got no service
No service, I ain't got no service
No service
Like a black man during segregation
Tryna get a table in a white neighborhood, No service
No shoes and I'm shirtless
Shut down the wifi, did it on purpose
Got a better purpose this evening
Plus everything you reading misleading
Why you all up in their business, who cheating?
I can make it disappear like Houdini
Why would you ask Siri? Mr. Feenie
On a fence with experience he need
To tell you about what you should believe in
You should be out here just achievin'
Sometimes yo' phone be the reason
That you are terrible at speakin'
Cause you only talk through a text but you freeze up soon as you meet 'em
God damn, I'm a hypocrite
Lemme fit the script
You got me sounding like an idiot
(Dude, isn't this album supposed to be called As Seen On The Internet?)
After you download this album, listen to it with no interruptions
So all of yo' friends could come over and have the dopest discussions
Joe Swanson: Ugh, ohh, Ugh, Hey, Peter, You didn't have any problems with this uhhh new Futuristic album, did you?
Peter Griffin: uhh, no, nno, did not
Jason Stathem: I'm Jason Stathem and there's not a lotta things that impress me but this album definitely took me by the balls and said: "Look here, this sure is something serious"
Ted: Futuristic, he can be a thunder buddy for me, I like this album so much I tell you what, I would tell everyone of my friends about it, every single one what do you think? You tell me God
God: Well guy, I told you I'm not God, I'm Morgan Freeman, there is not much that I like more than this song but maybe one thing and that's strawberry shortcakes, mm, mmm, mm, I sure do love strawberry shortcakes
Optimus Prime: I am Optimus Prime, we must finish this Futuristic song, Autobots transform and roll out!
I don't think my phone workin'
You can't have my passcode
That shit make me so nervous
Might pull out my Snapchat
Look at all of these hoes twerkin'
What the fuck? I ain't got no service
No service, I ain't got no service
No service, I ain't got no service
No service, I ain't got no service
No service