Istasha
Upgrade 08
[Verse 1]
Im floating proudly in my vat just like I’m body fluid
I’m through with that, redact the words just like I’m talking stupid
Cut out the files I’m not satisfied and I want an out to go with
Thrity liters of acetone on my styrofoam
Root that shit keep coming at me like a dvd, ok
No cables cut but cannot concentrate, Upgrade 08
No usb or space and I’m running that cargo dry as fuck
I don’t wanna count on taste, design my tounge Oh god

[Chorus]
Take me to your side
Take me to your side (ah)
My eyes are grain
Adjust when I supply
What the fuck
Same inside I sigh
Same inside I sigh (ah)
I’d prefer not to, I’m in a bottle cut the neck
Take me to your side
Take me to your side (ah)
Take me to your side
Take me to your side (ah)
Take me to your side
Take me to your side (ah)
Same inside I sigh
What the fuck
[Verse 2]
I caught some rust leave my shoes what a waste
Must round some dust in my system so frail (ah)
I read the script try to slip out back end
I wrap around just like the kraken grab that shit no acting
All of my antiques, Id have caught em round 2025
In a bunker out any other light, to badaptize send em right to die
No pilot, Navigate the scene to save my face
No violet, Go shift my colored traces all so patient
So beam me need to be deep when they probe me
I’m a sheep go preach when I need my wrench to relieve And re-grease the dried out shipment
All the wrong equipment
My shit is inconsistent
Just bout per thousand hits okay
The shame I stay evading

[Chorus]
Take me to your side
Take me to your side (ah)
My eyes are grain
Adjust when I supply
What the fuck
Same inside I sigh
Same inside I sigh (ah)
I’d prefer not to, I’m in a bottle cut the neck
Take me to your side
Take me to your side (ah)
Take me to your side
Take me to your side (ah)
Take me to your side
Take me to your side (ah)
Same inside I sigh
What the fuck