More songs by Slayyyter
Description
Producer, Programmer, Recording Engineer: Yakob
Lyricist, Associated Performer, Composer: Slayyyter
Lyricist, Composer: Jakob Rabitsch
Mixing Engineer: Clint Gibbs
Mastering Engineer: Randy Merrill
Lyrics and translation
Original
Yeah, yeah!
You hear the song straight, straight off my iPod, straight off the Tumblr blog.
I am a god, yes sir, keeping my money stacked up on the dresser.
You copy-paste the vibe, I never chase the vibe.
Bitch, look alive, I'm doing drugs tonight, ones that I'm not prescribed.
Yeah, I'm crankin' up, old technology, shit out of luck. What do you want from me? I'm having fun tonight. I'm doing drugs tonight.
I'm crankin' up, old technology, fuck your critique. Bitch, what do you want from me?
I need some peace of mind. I'm doing drugs tonight.
I want a new face, kissing 'em all down.
Don't wanna come around me, registered to a fender. Back up, back up the dresser!
You copy-paste the vibe, I never chase the vibe. I hope I die, I'm doing drugs tonight, ones that I'm not prescribed. Oh,
I, I'm crankin' up, old technology, shit out of luck. What do you want from me?
I'm having fun tonight. I'm doing drugs tonight.
I'm crankin' up, old technology, fuck your critique. Bitch, what do you want from me? I need some peace of mind.
I'm doing drugs tonight.
Old technology, old technology, ayy. Old technology, ayy, uh, old technology, ayy.
Old technology, old technology, ayy.
Old technology, ayy, uh, old technology, ayy. Old technology, old technology, ayy.
Old technology, ayy, uh, old technology, ayy.