Upgrade 08 Istasha

[Verse 1]
Im floating proudly in my vat just like I’m body fluid
I’m through with that, redact the words just like I’m talking stupid
Cut out the files I’m not satisfied and I want an out to go with
Thrity liters of acetone on my styrofoam
Root that shit keep coming at me like a dvd, ok
No cables cut but cannot concentrate, Upgrade 08
No usb or space and I’m running that cargo dry as fuck
I don’t wanna count on taste, design my tounge Oh god

[Chorus]
Take me to your side
Take me to your side (ah)
My eyes are grain
Adjust when I supply
What the fuck
Same inside I sigh
Same inside I sigh (ah)
I’d prefer not to, I’m in a bottle cut the neck
Take me to your side
Take me to your side (ah)
Take me to your side
Take me to your side (ah)
Take me to your side
Take me to your side (ah)
Same inside I sigh
What the fuck