computers / idc Lyrics

Eyes glued to computers

Programming the future or first person shooters

Half of us turned dealers the other half turned looters

All of us we grew up sharing sidewalks with the scooters

G class G class you like your leather seats officer?

Don't get too cocky every car in algeria's a foreign sir

Hotboxed the QQ

Lighter got the blue hue, let me introduce you

To a dude from algiers, nah he not from beirut

Dripped out in that new new, mix it with the old old

All the shit i been through, made a brother bold bold

No one wants to buy you, your soul just can't get sold sold

Eyes glued to computers

Programming the future or first person shooters

Half of us turned dealers the other half turned looters

All of us we grew up sharing sidewalks with the scooters

At 19 puff green quarantine

18 i see what's real

17 i plead the fifth

At 16 it ain't sweet as it seem

19 puff green quarantine

18 i see what's real

At 17 i plead the fifth

At 16 it ain't sweet as it seem

At 19 puff green quarantine

At 18 i see what's real

At 17 i plead the fifth

I don't care to be outside if the lights ain't on

I don't care to be outside if the lights ain't on

Lock myself in the car, 4g is on

She ask what i am, told her I'm african but I'm not from sierra leone

Word? that mean the skin pale, but my shit still long

And we don't use bongs, we use water bottles

I don't care to be outside if the lights ain't on

I don't care to be outside if the lights ain't on