Lyrics
Yeah
RQM, Jocuzi
Are you ready?
So now we're doing it flatline
There's no hard feelings, so don't cry
My name's pop culture, I won't die
Imma steal your soul to survive
Touch your pulse to stay alive
Yeah, Imma take the young and the starving
Snatch they heartbeat
Flatline, repackage
Then sell it back to 'em at light speed
Fuck the rules of hygiene
This business stays dirty, yo
Pop culture organ transplant
With the underground getting the burial
We get picked apart, diluted to hit their charts
Give up ours for plastic hearts
They ain't even beating right
The pulse is weak, just ain't feeling right
They draining life like parasites
Snatch the soul to climb the charts
Burn house
That's the rule of hype 'cause they so...
Flatline
So now we're doing it flatline
There's no hard feelings, so don't cry
My name's pop culture, I won't die
Imma steal your soul to survive
Touch your pulse to stay alive
We won't give up on them
Even if it takes so long
We know the answers
Even if the questions are all wrong
We won't give up on them
Even if it takes so long
We know the answers
Even if the questions are all wrong
We won't give up on them
Even if it takes so long
We know the answers
Even if the questions are all wrong
We won't give up on them
Even if it takes so long
We know the answers
Even if the questions are all wrong
Bend and a ripping
Now we're ripping them right back
Ripping like a scene that's out
There ain't no way back
Bend and a ripping
Now we're ripping them right back
Ripping like a scene that's out
There ain't no way back
Flatline
We're stealing back from the overground
You love to rule, well that's overground
We're undernourished, that's underground
You think you got a good body, baby?
Ain't got nothing to eat
We're stealing back from the overground
You love to rule, well that's overground
We're undernourished, that's underground
You think you got a good body, baby?
Ain't got nothing to eat
Flatline
