"S.W.A.S." lyrics

Sitting on my own, I'm in a parked out car
Waiting patiently to hear from the law
Waking up at six, I'm tryna pick up on the flip
Cutting up a fifth and only got one rip

The future and the robots own the world
Now, why do I gotta live before I die?
Cause I die a little every time inside
I try just to give them service with a smile

Rocking back and forth I'm in a bathroom stall
You know I'm tryna come down from a spicy eight ball
Grindin on my jaw till it got fucked up
The NSA is watching, no, I have a hunch

The future and the robots own the world
Now, why do I gotta live before I die?
Cause I die a little every time inside
I try just to give them service with a smile

The future and the robots own the world
Now, why do I gotta live before I die?
Cause I die a little every time inside
I try just to give them service with a smile