GOLDEN EYE

Go on fade on behind to the enemy line
I ain't made for design but I'm limitless pine
Honey I smell like heaven. I am that bitch
Break at 7-Eleven, belong in a ditch
I'd be a good girl but I'd make a terrible boy
I'd be a good boy but I'd make a terrible girl
I'd be a good girl but I'd make a terrible boy
Terrible boy, terrible, terri-

Yea my mental label marketing identity
Get rich and forget everyone like Lil B
Live depression like Jake Paul, it's everyday bro
Career has the luck of an avocado growth
Bitch you ain't the pope
So why you claiming, moe
Stringed shoulder folds:
"homosapien show"
Oh no
When's the talent gonna roll?
Please lemme know

Just a thought
What if bots
Could of chose inner locks
Then they fought
For a spot
In the pentagram of cogs
Once the leader of intelligence start claiming up the crop
It's a million to perpetuate the algorithm implied
What's at stake?
Once our fate
Is a brittle little take
(industries are liars, boy they playing brittle face
NBA put a play on front of Floyd's grave
Bezo's self employed from the center of hate.)
On a plate
In the states
Just another light mistake
But they adding up in thousands tell me, baby, it ain't late
Cuz the math up in my brain is saying everything is fake