Ghostemane - AI

If you don't know me by now, I don't want you to
None of your favorite rappers ever tell the truth
Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, out of my mind
It's about damn time y'all startin' to die
Lay low, I'm the ghost at your window
Went away, now I'm way away
There he go, fuck an icon, eyes on A.I.
Oh, I fucked around and put a pipe bomb in your radio

A.I., A.I., A.I., A.I.
(Ooh) A.I., (Ooh) A.I., (Ooh) A.I., (Ooh) A.I.

I don't wanna be the one to bear the bad news
But a man who's claiming he's the man ain't a man at all
Overcompensating for the lack of ability
To really be an icon, not even a bygone
Modern-day unsustainable, painfully mundane
Forgettable, gets old in a minute
Get sold to a label then never (See them again