Screens (feat. Jamell NYT)

When I wake up in the morning screens surrounding me When I put myself to bed pictures burned in me So many colors pass through my hand, take it away I'm hypnotized and it's me and my baby, we've nothing to say I want us to take a trip beyond control Way beyond tight butt for formal interviews Or talking to police explaining what you do We might have to make another way What we've been handed down, screens surrounding me As I hand it to my child theres a twitch inside of me Captured like zombie I lust and I scroll, it's beyond my control There's brand new devices that we will be getting when we're getting old I want us to take a trip beyond control Way beyond tight butt for formal interviews Or talking to police explaining what you do We might have to make another way We might have to let our network go We might have to let our future let us down We might have to watch the good times roll over the edge Damn good time to make another way