Cyberpunk

Let me in on this horizon funk.  
Kicks so tight, i’m a cyberpunk.    
Crazy for the neon, my ride’s a hunk.    
Beats from the 80s feed my car’s blaupunkt.    
    
Many will say i barely get to live another day.    
Lifestyle’s wicked. Married? Nah, hah no way.    
Married to the game maybe, who’ll say.    
Anyway...    
     
Got no time for maybes.      
Acting like ya’ll got seeds to grow trees. Ya’ll babies.
Lack of steeze. Got no time to freeze.    
Keep it movin’ like i’m pushing a broom on ‘em.    
Push keys.    
     
Wait, wrong corridor. Look, a keyboard warrior.    
Bound to spill his mom’s beans, spaghetti and be sorry for,    
the way he commentated on my life before.    
Whatever, i don’t care. They’ll just feed my cyber lore.    
     
Hey!    
     
So let me in on this horizon funk.    
Kicks so tight, i’m a cyberpunk.    
Crazy for the neon, my ride’s a hunk.    
Beats from the 80s feed my car’s blaupunkt.    
     
Imagine livin’ life like i have been.    
Being superfly all the time. Suave king.    
So many dumb-ass questions you’ll be asking.    
About stuff i really don’t feel like answering.    
     
Got the keys to the city. Hate me.    
Shotgun seat for my favourite lady.    
Cops don’t care to chase me. See?    
Got the speeds dialed down so they’re forced to just watch me.    
     
Hah!    
     
Ay!    
     
Let me in on this horizon funk.    
Kicks so tight, i’m a cyberpunk.    
Crazy for the neon, my ride’s a hunk.    
Beats from the 80s feed my car’s blaupunkt.    
   
I said let me in on this horizon funk.    
Kicks so tight, i’m a cyberpunk.    
Crazy for the neon, my ride’s a hunk.    
Beats from the 80s feed my car’s blaupunkt.