Eight
No normal light in weeks
It's all calm inside them sheets
You got garbage piled in heaps
In an awful sty that reeks
You're always typing tweets
On forums fighting geeks
On porno sites for freaks
And their falsified physiques
Fuck real broads and trying to meet
'Cause then you're obliged to speak
The less you talk the better
No real life, no pressure
Phone inside your dresser
You're not inclined to dress up
Get out, then fight the weather
Inside is better
'Cause you're living inside your very small bubble
No stress, no worries, no pressure or trouble
Nobody to bother or hurt you
Your reality is virtual
'Cause you're living inside your very small bubble
No stress, no worries, no pressure or trouble
Nobody to bother or hurt you
Your reality is virtual
Second life, fake persona
You log in and then make lasagna
Serve two plates on your date with Tana
Log out, play the new Drake, Rihanna
Then you order a fake vagina
One that says made in China
You use lots of saliva
And the lube bottle beside ya
Ding, text from lil Caesar
Ring ding dong, your breakfast is pizza
You relax and rest with your feet up
Eat half, put the rest in the freezer
Then you sip on a large soda
While you sit on a soft sofa
You eat, shit, then palm your hard boner
Next day you'll start it all over
'Cause you're living inside your very small bubble
No stress, no worries, no pressure or trouble
Nobody to bother or hurt you
Your reality is virtual
'Cause you're living inside your very small bubble
No stress, no worries, no pressure or trouble
Nobody to bother or hurt you
Your reality is virtual
Log in, log out
Same shit, different day
Log in, log out
Same shit, different day
Log in, log out
Same shit, different day
Log in, log out
Same shit, different day
Log in, log out
Same shit, different day
Log in, log out
Same shit, different day
Log, log in, out
Same shit, different day
Log in, log out
Same shit