- OutKast Synthesizer 歌詞
- OutKast
- Everybodys got opinions
On the way youre living
But see they cant fill your shoes
Life is made of half illusion （illusion）
Forty percent confusion （confusion）
Whatevers left Im using to keep myself from losing, yea
You dont know what Ive been through （oooh）
Hell I might go through you （ghetto boy that, wont eat, tonight）
Uh-oh, oh no -oahohh （that little boy just wanna eat tonight）
Hey hey （he scuffles with her booty and her face） hey hey
And mm-mmmmmm （mom Im seekin that sir tea and some soup yea）
All in all its all in my head
You know its that high guy, from east p.i.
Spittin the realness of reality, you mad at me
Boi how you gonna handle me?
You want me to lolligag and talk that bullshit?
I refuse to play so Im gon speak that southern good shit
That harder than yo hood shit, lil shit
That make yall niggaz think about the trigger
Before you pull it, on liquor stores and banks
Them folks got more than enough bullets to put that ass
Off in the slang, dont claim no gang, we the niggaz
That did that aint no thang but a chicken wang
But still though, how you gonna play a nigga like dildo
We outkast til its over, barbeque and never mildo
For real bro
In tonights news, 20th century technology:
Has the computer age, scientists, and doctors gone too far?
Einstein or frankenstein?
Dr. scholls, or dr. jekyll and mr. hyde?
Are we digging into new ground ,
Or digging our own graves? story at 11
Valley girls are horny synthesizertonight ）（
Fuzzy logic, their pubic virginity（synthesizer）
Ooooh oooh ooh .. （synthesizer）
Ooooh oooh ooh .. （synthesizer）
Conceived under the influence of toxic wasted doctors
Computer buggin debuggin device- a and vice versa
And various viruses
Performing with laser light precision and verbal incision
For a lingustic ballistic lobotomy
Mind-fuckin you, a psycho-sodomy
Of the medula oblongata
Accept your mind down your spine and out your behind
Fuck you
Synthesizer, microwave me
Give me a drug so I can make seven babies
Pump my breasts up, can you suck the fat up
Please make my life appear
Like aint no such thing as bad luck
My, nose aint right
Like I need a new one
Just take your pick, a yellow red
A black or a blue one
Virtual reality, virtual, bullshit
Synthesizer preachers can reach you
Up in the pulpit
Who a bitch?
Give me my gat so I can smoke this nigga
Tell his mamma not to cry
Because they can clone him quicker
Than it took his daddy to make him
Niggaz bitin verbatim
Thought provokin records radio never played dem
Instant, quick grits, new, improved
Hurry hurry, rush rush, world on the move
Marijuana illegal but ciggarettes cool
I might look kinda funny but I aint no fool
Now if you wanna synthesize I emp-athize
Now if you wanna synthesize I emp-athize
But if you synthesize I will understand
Your synthesizer man
Ghetto boy horny tonight
Scsi with a booty in a cage
Problem sinkin down and stretchin out
So sleepy, playing safe in cyberspace
（synthesizer）
Cybersexy wendy （synthesizer）
Web walkin in the nude
Digital good time, digital good time
Said shed lapdance on your laptop
While your laptops in your lap
Digital good time, digital good time
Cybersexy wendy
Web walkin in the nude
Digital good time, digital good time
Said shed tapdance on your laptop
While your laptops in your lap
Digital good time, digital good time
Digital good time, digital good time
Cybersexy wendy
Web walkin in the nude
Digital good time, digital good time
Digital good time, digital good time
Fuzzy logic, its groovy..
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