Lyrics to black mirror
Ooh, ah
Ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ooh, pa-pa-pa
Pa-pa-pa-pa, pa-pa-pa
Pa-pa-pa-pa, pa-pa-pa
Yo
She's a shadow walker, moon stalker, black author
Librarian, contrarian
They say we dare, we say we not
That's my bitch, I believe my sister
There are no winners
We smokin' positivity like distrust
Angels never fucked with us
Shadowbox the sundial 'til sun down
Lunch town
Burnin' in a rear view while I'm drivin' with a clear view
It's a socialism system
Am I supposed to feel this different?
Like my rent's paid? The devil's dead
Ooh, ah
Ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ooh, pa-pa-pa
Pa-pa-pa-pa, pa-pa-pa
Pa-pa-pa-pa, pa-pa-pa
Yeah
She is the Wilson to my Cast Away
Shaggy bear aftershavе
Prickle chan, that's okay
Gender is dimеnsion one
We live in dimension four
The floor became an afterthought
My coral's from the back of rocks
I'll call you when I have some pennies
Send me automatic, Benny
But you been a pressure cooker and a looker
Yeah, I'm cute and compassionate
Like, yes, a bitch
The witch inside the broom
Motion sick, driftin' in and out of consciousness like the rappers do
She a rapper too
Ooh, ah
Ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ooh, pa-pa-pa
Pa-pa-pa-pa, pa-pa-pa
Pa-pa-pa-pa, pa-pa-pa
Ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ooh, pa-pa-pa
Pa-pa-pa-pa, pa-pa-pa
Pa-pa-pa-pa, pa-pa-pa
Yo
She's a shadow walker, moon stalker, black author
Librarian, contrarian
They say we dare, we say we not
That's my bitch, I believe my sister
There are no winners
We smokin' positivity like distrust
Angels never fucked with us
Shadowbox the sundial 'til sun down
Lunch town
Burnin' in a rear view while I'm drivin' with a clear view
It's a socialism system
Am I supposed to feel this different?
Like my rent's paid? The devil's dead
Ooh, ah
Ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ooh, pa-pa-pa
Pa-pa-pa-pa, pa-pa-pa
Pa-pa-pa-pa, pa-pa-pa
Yeah
She is the Wilson to my Cast Away
Shaggy bear aftershavе
Prickle chan, that's okay
Gender is dimеnsion one
We live in dimension four
The floor became an afterthought
My coral's from the back of rocks
I'll call you when I have some pennies
Send me automatic, Benny
But you been a pressure cooker and a looker
Yeah, I'm cute and compassionate
Like, yes, a bitch
The witch inside the broom
Motion sick, driftin' in and out of consciousness like the rappers do
She a rapper too
Ooh, ah
Ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ooh, pa-pa-pa
Pa-pa-pa-pa, pa-pa-pa
Pa-pa-pa-pa, pa-pa-pa