Black Kyle - 2019 lyrics

[Verse 1] Alright, (laughs), um Your toupee flip back Get your wig split-cracked I'm the father, son, daughter, and the motherf**ing holy ghost Seen you on the telly, but you never get my f**ing vote Bush did once and he ain't even have the f**ing vote Life is like a game but n***as never playing by the code Life is like a game but n***as never paying sh** they owe Shout-out to the corporations, pray to god you take my soul Shout-out to your punctuation, where the f** did it go? Where the hell is Michael Cera? Somewhere where he don't belong They changed the Hamburgler, how did it go so wrong? William Boss Tweed, Franz Kafka on a sojourn Smoking tree and burning weed, someone yelling Worldstar Feeling kind of lonely, need some friends to burn off Held up on myspace cause mom's turned my phone off Reed Cla** of 2019, bring the Smirnoff Living as a slave so these comments is my bird call f**ed up my toe, tried to give my girl a phone call f**ed up my toe, late night I'm all alone y'all Oh damn, (laughs)