Lyrics:
This new obliqueness that we'll deal with
Just pull me open and see what's inside
Ergonomic for the rest of my days
I'd rather melt, melt, melt,
made for the hand
Mould and patterns add to interest
Hand made on a hand made face, hit it
Made and curved by ergonomics
They come together and they
at night
My lonely ergonomic throne
My tangled cords
My wired phone
Wait for me until I hotel home
I had a room, a comfy corner cube
Where interaction
I got me an ergonomic girlfriend
Wherever I put my hands feels just right
When I stand next to her I feel her power
She's giant beam of light
know I collect 'em
The pens in my pocket, I must protect them
My ergonomic keyboard never leaves me bored
Shoppin' online for deals on some writable
men on the regular (uh, uh)
I gotta record with a neck pillow on my neck 'cause the ergonomics of my desk ain't right (uh)
My nose gets stuffed every
ergonomic design of the blade of your knife,
it really fits my soul.
This is the illogical game I should play just to try
not to wonder why I wonderded twice
excellency isn't written yet
I'm a good for nothing and a workaholic, cocky shit and a nervous wreck
Throne's needing better ergonomics, when I sit and write I
connect I might just disconnect you
And can’t nobody deny me I’m living perfect timing
The way I slide on the keys it’s like it’s ergonomic
I bring the west
toward a preferred trajectory
Applied ergonomics, in theory, a body
A respite delivered from the opposing party
To recharge is the crux from which energy
a fucking Vietnam vet
Put me in the booth bitch this is ergonomics
Scientific whippin' Imma monster like the Lochness
Pay a little extra for the choppa with
me champagne
showing off teslas
This whip seat massuze
Ergonomic
Racecar
Fog lights for the rain
Sunny days in Seattle
Cash out
Buy your bitch
furs it's only right I sport ya
Jury hang the author
Ergonomic Yeezy coffin
Blood wheeze and coughing
I live forever
Love of my life
She suck the dick up
Club
Go ahead and drop that topspin trash, B!
They call me “Backboard” because nothing gets passed me
Now hobble back to your ergonomic ivory tower
lincoln with the spokes
All my verses ergonomics whoa
She just wanna picture with the pose
This that make you feel me little more
Master Roshi at the kame
that pill
Now I'm goin hard like I'm forged by steel
Still, I'm goin strong
If you go against me, you're moving wrong. Check your ergonomics, it's not
Got peace
I got patience
Grace
Peace
Joy
Life is
More than what it seem to be
The ergonomics
Of my scenery is clean to me
My words are homage
I'm
a Rover
Whipping a Rove
Hundred K cash on the wrist
Oxyco dipped in the soda
Burner on him with the silencer, scope
The long stock, the handle is ergonomic
can't wait to fucking die while im sitting at my
Office chair
It's ergonomic
Give me any project and i'll work on it
Hey look! i got an email
From Fjord
get it now
Economics way it trickle down
I could turn her out
I got the ergonomics when I dick her down
Change positions when I hit the bitch
And now
when I'm misaligned
Yeah the flow cool but the ergonomics off
Among the protools, im a hacksaw
Out of place but effective
Hats off if you revealing yo
lot
Fuck a lock, when I rush your spot
What I'm clutching's got an ergonomic handle
The silencers just to hush the glock
A double long stock, a banana
Psychic asphyxiation
Cursed Humanity
A fleshy prison holds a soul without a place to scream
Mental Obliteration
Ergonomic suicide
Tortured being
them fists down
You better pick that knife up
Boy must'a lost all common sense
Boy he must of picked that pipe up
This shit is all about ergonomics
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