42 - 8o8's Lyrics

I lay in your, bloody sheets
But I don't like you too
You're false in a sense
I can see right through

I've been sick
A week or two
Turning the color of blue
Must've gotten it, from you

Tell my friends I'm doing fine
I'm doing fine

Rock'n'roll, is dead
808's and disco beats
Spotlight like a beam
Workin' a pyramid scheme

I sold all, of my records
You know they're all just things
Eatin' a million, nothings
180 grams of something

Of something

Out of the blue
And into the black
You pay for this and that
Funny feelin', somethin' ain't right

Empty reminders at night
At night

Rock'n'roll, is dead
808's and disco beats
Spotlight like a beam
Workin' a pyramid scheme

Rock'n'roll, is dead
808's and disco beats
Spotlight like a beam
Workin' a pyramid scheme