[Verse 1]

I'm so over pretending I'm fucking with bitches who only

Need a USB port to plug their fangs into

They wanna download my hidden files, they cover it with a smile

I type it in my files and they copy, paste and defile

[Chorus]

I want a fucking invisible firewall

And when they try to put their hands on me

They'll burn to death

[Verse 2]

If I tweeted everything that I wanted to tweet

I'd be a fucking paranoid, psychotic mess

But when I put it in a song it becomes a sonic art

Destined to impress

The same ones burning to death in my head