Ev Thompson - Tapped In (feat. Myka 9) Lyrics

I watched the pot that boiled
I'm not talkin' slick off that oil
Not wavin' to the loyal
Who misused them rolls of tinfoil
I get around like an Uber driver
I get deeper than a scuba diver
I respect all them super riders
They never wanna be a
In principle, it should be quite simple
To say f*ck the bullshit and just keep pumpin'
More sensible to be right mental
To the play off the pulpit while the beat is bumpin'
The smartphone becomes my best friend
My heart known to none, my trust ends
When I switch Siri and Alexa, My theory
They hear me, I'm sick, and say f*ck its just them
A.I. am getting kisses from the internet
Giving brains, artificial intelligence
Perplexing introspectively
I fail to make the connection with my Wi-Fi
She can tell I'm sky high off of that thai dye
Then I had a Mai Tai, and I'm eye to eye level
With a helicopter that just did a fly-by
Yes, I'm a chopper, voila
I was checking my credit scores in apps
Getting tech like my head is sore from facts
With a monopoly of power means
In a patchwork social system
It's entirely possible there's more to be hacked
I remember the thrill of the baby shower
And the gender reveal
The dense information and the child separation
The vendors and bills and the splender of scrill
Now it's a clear and present danger
That I fear is a lesser stranger to feel
You might roll with the staple of genius
But I'm not bendin my will
Yeah
It's all love, but I hate everybody
It's all love, but I hate everybody
It's all love, but I hate everybody
It's all love, but I hate everybody
F*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you
You're cool, F*ck you, I'm out
F*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you
You're cool, F*ck you, I'm out
F*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you
You're cool, F*ck you, I'm out
F*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you, f*ck you
You're cool, F*ck you, I'm out
I just quit thinking lately
Nobody can save me
Praise thee, he's amazing
Blessing me with his graces
Graciously, patiently, killin statements and frees'
Tastefully, shape my cadency
Shorty prays on her knees
Venomous with my penmanship
Wear em down like the pencil tip
Pen games too dull blurrin the lines of the censorship
Can't say this, if you're gonna do that
And you can't play rich
If you're gonna drive that
Keep up with the Joneses
As one of the clones
In this app powered trap
While they tap in our phones
Know how the coin flips
Straight to the point
Boistrous boys slipping makin sense of the voices
All in my head
Predicting my choices
Influence subconscious
With colors and noises
They windin my clock
Time to pick up the pace
I just wanna slow down
To pick up in the race
Remember the victory
Change in the taste
And the times that I fell
But still rose and saved face
Know what I'm saying
Pick up what I'm dropping
It's all love but I'm outside
F*ck the world type talking
Life was much simpler
With gold slippers on Michael Johnson
Now the listeners are bots
Get it poppin'
Ain't really on one
So I'ma keep treading up current
Till I get mine
Duncan bank shot
Rockin streets to sleep
Like it's bedtime