(Intro)
Like there was this one night, I was driving home from work and there was nobody on the street. I mean nobody and I'm sitting at a red light, just waiting, waiting and there's no cars anywhere. Yet still I sat there, I obeyed. It's when I realised it's not about technology, it's not about machines, it's about what they're doing too us (doing too us)
But, why is everybody so terrified of me and ask yourself this question. Why are these men in suits so desperate to prove that I'm crazy?
(Versе 1 - takytheartist)
If i let it go, woah
They won't lеt me go, woah
Back up in my own zone, aye
Bitch you do not know, woah
I'm a mannequin, a puppet aye (oh my god)
You won't see me in a couple days, woah
If i go and run it up, yeah
I just wanna runaway
Runaway, runaway, I just wanna runaway (woo)
One way, wonder why I go insane
Show my, showtime (bow, bow)
Bitch it's your time (woah, woah)
Yeah, it's showtime
Bitch I'm talking showtime
I done went and struck a goldmine, in your mind
And this shit is all in your mind
Nothing else here really phase me
(Hook 1 - theskybeats)
Freaks come out at night
We bring our fantasies to life
Point me to the ice and-
I don't need your drink, high off life
Someone kill the lights, I bought the party favours (just get back)
All my bitches right, but I won't dream of you tonight
(Verse 2 - takytheartist)
If I run up with my bro's (they're my homies)
Aye, i be chilling out on cloud 9
Yeah, I ain't going home (che hooo)
Raging at the party, I ain't sorry you the outline, woah
Days before the rodeo
Pockets fat, don't care how much the rollie glow
Aye, sunlight on my wrist, yeah
I done went and turned my moshpit to a fucking kitchen sink, woah
(Hook 2 - theskybeats)
Freaks come out at night
We bring our fantasies to life
Point me to the ice and-
I don't need your drink, high off life
Someone kill the lights, I bought the party favours
All my bitches right, but I won't dream of you tonight
Freaks come out at night
(Interlude - Blac Youngsta, Wayne Da Don & takytheartist)
Nigga, nigga, one thing for sure
Two things for certain, nigga
We gon' keep drinking this motherfucking lean, nigga
And wearin' these motherfuckin' Rockstar jeans, aye Travis Scott
I was born ready for this see my nigga (yeah rage)
I don't know what you tryna say, what you tryna tell me (let's get this shit)
Cause it's fucking showtime, I told ya'll niggas already (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, woah, yeah, woah, yeah, yeah, woah, yeah, woah, yeah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
(Verse 3 - takytheartist)
There's a lot of ears, for a couple eyes
Aye, bitch I'm spitting flames it be cauterised
Don't stunt, like you know me
Smoke weed, rolling blunts with the homies, oh geez
What it gotta take to give a youngin respect
If i gotta pull an ace and then it's coming to debt and-
It's different coloured change, only ones i accept
Man no Benjamins or Franks, keep that money correct, aye
RAGE, RAGE, RAGE, RAGE, RAGE, RAGE, RAGE, RAGE
RAGE, RAGE, RAGE, RAGE, RAGE, RAGE, RAGE, RAGE
RAGE, RAGE, RAGE, RAGE, RAGE, RAGE, RAGE
RAGE, RAGE, RAGE, RAGE, RAGE, RAGE
Giving me no showtime, yeah
Ring, ring, ring, ring up on the phone line
Guess i gotta go and show em that the flow mine
This ain't Astroworld, this BANGERVILLE a nigga blown mind
Woah, I don't need a theme
When I run a city
I keep counting up the hunneds till the hunneds fifty
Got my whole team running with me
Houstonfornication and I know that bitches isn't Whitney
