Love on the Internet

[Chorus: Louie Duffelbags]
Do you think we can fall
In love on the internet? (On the internet)
Do you think we can fall
In love on the internet? (On the internet, on the internet)

[Verse 1: Louie Duffelbags]
I know you got money but you ain't got vision
Seventeen years in this close-minded prison
The internet told me that someone could make it
Oh Danger Boys made it when no one would listen
I hope that you see me, I hope that you hate it
And know that we made it, we ain't even faded
Oh baby, just know that your team is outdated
I hope that you see me, I hope that you see me up in the sky with all my Danger Boys
Hope that you need me, I hope that you need me, I hope that you need me
Your love's like a floppy disk, everyone sees it but no one can use it
My life's like an anime, incorporated, oh nobody dangerous loses

[Verse 2: Boothlord]
Internet throw me a bone
Hidden in cyperspace rolling along, Danger Boys hit the show
I've seen you texting my phone, when did we all get so cold?
Hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me, you do
Hate on, hate on, hate on, hate on my crew
Update my feelings for you
No love in my heart
God, I've got some healing to do
Looking for love on the PornHub
And all I could find was a nutbust at cyber speed
I hope the last time you liked my pic on Instagram wasn't the last time you thought of me
Hell isn't hot to me (honestly)
Your shit just isn't that hot to me, nothing is stopping me
Danger Boy's always on top of things

[Chorus: Louie Duffelbags]
Do you think we can fall
In love on the internet? (On the internet)
Do you think we can fall
In love on the internet? (On the internet, on the internet)

[Verse 3: Larry LoudPack]
You know I been lurking, been swerving, been fiending, been stalking, been searching
I'm tired of hurting, she all in my DM's, she surfing, damn this shit perfect
I cannot run away (Can't do it, no), I cannot help but obey (Can't help it, oh)
Foreign shit talking purée, still gloomy and rocking this grey
She hunting me like a banshee, pack so fucking loud so I can't read
Yung Danger Boys runnin' up, stampede
You can't bite the hand, if it don't feed

[Verse 4: Randy Provolone]
AY!
Get out my DMs, the A.M., the P.M.
The young boys, you see 'em, you watch, then you out
Randy even like Steven with clout
Serving packs, now you know I'm en route
What is you saying?
Xbox, the game that you playing
That Friday the 13th that pussy, I'm Jason
The young boys, we glowing and that some shit, ain't it?
I got some purp when I pull up
She all on my dick doing pull-ups
Baby bottle my cup, need some Pull-ups
That pussy built tough like a Ford truck
My model named Molly and she on that lucy
Throwing her shade and she seeing right through me
I got some gas when I pull up and they see me
Randy gon' act like a fool when they see me

[Chorus: Louie Duffelbags]
Do you think we can fall
In love on the internet? (On the internet)
Do you think we can fall
In love on the internet? (On the internet, on the internet)