Istasha - Happy Cyborg Lyrics

Okay I boast it ornamental
Let it cover cus I never set up
I need a severance Satan
Cheat me cus I'm f*cking it up
I need a beer ante up my throat in solvent
I need a gear and I run up out this sorrow
Miles in my back I got gross sense of distance
An eye resting on my gravel
Retire as no medusa
I comply with a piss drenched in payed sense of bliss
Ammonia racks attire of shit
I'm out of discipline

Lost thoughts
Hind sight
Are my eyes in the back now?
Loss high
Blind spot
Are my eyes in the back now?
I just need to focus

Take a second run like cockroaches I'm lost in a game
Display is tearing neat
No powder out of flour cocaine
Replace the power I'm out
Running bitch just not in my doubts
Wish I could see my legs I'm locked inside a Treadmill
Caught in my bed still thoughts in my head spill
Wandering service I'd rather stay and take the blue pill
Cucked In the closet rust stuck to my bars what
Lost and forgotten I master problems like honest to god

Lost thoughts
Hind sight
Are my eyes in the back now?
Loss high
Blind spot
Are my eyes in the back now?
I just need to focus