[Verse 1]
Man made the web, you don't need a name
Man made of faults, I ain't too ashamed
Every thought I had, put it in a box
Everybody see it just before the cops
Trolling, trolling, trolling these niggas
Rick Rolling these niggas, they mad cause they don't know any better
"Hold up, it's the kid, quick, tell him he can't sit with us" [bad word] it, got money, bought friends like I'm TBS
VVS, I can see it all with the clarity
Real-D, hope they dig a [bad word] before they fairy me
Even though, we were told to go where they wouldn't go
Hella slow, that's that dial up, watch it pile up

[Hook] X 4
Andrew Auernheimer
Pulling on her weave
It's that Andrew Auernheimer

[Verse 2]
We are the dreams of our parents lost in the future
Who hide the deepest desires and wear a mask like a lucha
Door open, we were smoking in the hotel
The vapors went through the hallway, the manager [bad word] as [bad word] I mean where's the line between Donnie and Gambino?
He hang with girls like Lena, but needed some time to re up
Tequila in the cantina, 30 dollars I swallowed
The sauce was so malo then she said "you need to grow up
You been doing this for too long
That camp was a million years ago, sing me a different song"
Whether you're trolling or controlling, just a reminder
You think you get it, you don't, it's the Andrew Auernheimer
I'm gone - now I'm back
Give a [bad word] or give 'em [bad word]  just not a chance to react
Tyler Durden this burden, hurtin', they said there was curtains
Certain demise, look in his eyes, the pain and the inverting
I could've stayed where I was and have a life you'd be proud of
But I'd rather chase things never thought of
It was all love, saying ''go hard''
Making dope, it's a trap, Ackbar backfired
Panic dreams, so it seems we're meant to die
I had to figure it out; "it's the best," no, that's a lie
Had to get some stuff off my chest, I vaporized
High on my own, it took time to realize
Because the internet, mistakes are forever
But if we [bad word] up on this journey at least we're together
Man, I wish I could go back and tell that kid it's make-believe
Make 'em believe in themselves, people who needed my help
Feelings I felt, keeling myself
No one's ever been this lost
I just get the information retweeted or say it sucks
I just got the motivation, your talent's just a bunch of luck
Hard work and dedication, but lately [bad word] amok
Waking up in these places I don't remember
Texts from people I never met, doors left open
(Who are you? Don't do it. Who are you?)
I don't know who I am anymore
Still on the beat though
Still in the game, but he moves with a cheat code
Slowest connection ever, my life inside [bad word] Them bands that'll make 'em dance, my wallet's Lollapalooza
The violence, first-person shooter
First person to move, first person to speak
My mils aren't meek, they scream in the streets
Losing my frame of reference, these pieces are [bad word] with breakfast
Funny the day you born that's really your death sentence
I met this girl at a dinner, we conversating
She beautiful in the face, but her voice is [bad word] amazing
And plus she write her own [bad word]  [bad word] so close knit
Smoke up and talking to eat, she helping me focus
No Anna Nicole Smith, she getting hers
Niggas taking props like a musical live and learn
She say she feel alone all the time, I'm similar
I meet her in my dreams on the moon, I visit her
Every night I text her ''I wanna solve the world, I think I need your help''
She text me ''how you gon' [bad word] somebody when you don't [bad word] yourself?''
I mean she right though, 45 like a light-bulb
And I could've died like my iPhone, but I kept going like a psycho
And I