Bubble Wrapped chords by Riz MC

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Verse 1
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Life can be a bit much, be a big rush
This helps me keep
touch with everyone else
Well the anecdotes, and videos
How they really doing,
I don't know
Everybody seems to look well
Profile styled and polished at best face
Press refresh, press the flesh
On all my best bids, wink and poke
Tickle on my toes,
SNM with
SMS chat shit
But that's it, is anybody out
there?
Where's the bone in me?
I've heard evidence in my pocket
When it beeps in,
scribbles on my wall
Messages in a bottle from another
Island washed up on my shore. I send back smoke
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signals but it don't keep me warm
feels colder than ever before.
Alpha males would hunt,
then sit by the fire
with junk males bubble wrapped in
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wire.
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So this room's like
my little capsule hotel
Leave the food by
the door and ignore the
smells
This room's like a womb
There's a cord in the wall
Plugged into my cells
I ignore all else, people are overrated
Leave me logged in and incubated
From all the awkward talk
of teeth and nails
Keep your handshakes,
I got double -click braille
No surprise, I close my eyes till I swell
Into blinded wi -fi of optic stem cells
Hidden by a screen sat flat up on my lap
The
WW dogs don't talk back
So keep me embryonic on a wet, web
Like a dead fly hanging on a soft,
silk bed
Blocked in a thread,
swirling my legs in the air
Someone live a walk again,
I'm comfortable here
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So far
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So far
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So near yet
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So far
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So near yet
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Tell you what happens to us after we die
Do we rot with the worms or
zip to the sky?
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Neither my son,
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by the time we're done
We have strung our whole lives on line
And become one with the eternal dump
Every thought, smile and tear
Each chunk, opinion,
clip and photograph
When it's loaded up lasts forever
The best parts of us are
souls beyond flesh
Avatar, best selves, everlasting space
On infinite shelves, we die a little bit
Each day, as we lay each brick
In our pyramid tomb of tidbits
This is our afterlife,
and we spend half this life
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Building it with a click, click, click, click,
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click, click
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So far
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So far
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So near yet so far
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far
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So
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I'll see