Troye Raustein - Cyber Summer Lyrics

I got that Gucci fancy
You bought her Louis, I see
Dior chains, chain around me
Smoking you like a stiiizy
I got a space in my bed
Outer space in your head
F*cking go ahead and do me like that
I couldn't breath
Can't f*cking see
I'm slowly sinking
My mind is syncing
Tokyo beaches
Neon cities
Cyber motors
Cyber motors
Futuristic

Cyber 80s summer
Coming right out of sci-fi
Your waist on my face
Your hands in my hair
Heat through the roof
I'm dying to know
I'm drunk and f*cked up
Melt down the walls
A little weed, she's in heels
You on me on my couch
We're f*cking all night
I suck, you're so right

Winter, dessert
Summer, distance
Midnight, ice pool
80's Summer

Get on your knees and worship me
Get on your knees and worship me
Wait, wait, wait, wait
Hold up, hold up
Pause, pause!
F*cking pause this
Pause it
Okay, so
Um
3, 2, 1
Had silver Lamborghini
Now you're riding me
To my new beginning
Robotic stripper
Kind of a futuristic lover
Hot heat kind of fever
Get on your knees and worship me
Get on your knees and worship me (Dystopian delusion)
Get on your knees and worship me
Get on your knees and worship me

I don't pop pills
Clear champagne bottles
Only sees you on my iPhone
Cyber stalking
24/7
Pretty boys and famous bitches
Blinded by the neon lights
Clubs and wine
When she's with you
Sex club music and shots
Program in my head and high
Call me your retro god
Can't get you out of my head
F*ck with the nostalgic
F*ck with me, metallic heart