Lyrics 444 Hertz - DavidCrypt

Life is so fragile, like some glasses in a plastic box
Driving all around, and now I'm dancing in the parking lot
Yelling in the mic just like I'm screaming out to fucking stop
Talking down on us, no, we gone turn this shit to Fort knox

Shot a missile in the sky, looked and called it fireworks
Hot unbothered astronaut, line Earl Sweatshirt
Brown sweatpants, Pro club, in the damn dirt
Making hella money like a rapper at a concert

You (Please remember me)
Picking teeth, tooth taker, grenade no cemetery

Just (Feed the beast in me)
Took a picture at the sky and thought out loud, so legendary

Saying (Please remember me)
Picking eyes, eye taker, grenade no brain inside me

Just (Feed the beast in me)
Black hoodie on, jeans on, red skin like hates

(Please remember me)
Please remember me, remember me
(Feed the beast in me)
I wanna be noticed too

Brain rot, distraught
Deltarune, big shot
No clock, time rock
Put me into shell shock
You're a bot, I'm hot
You said no, no I'm not
No I'm not
Haha, Uh

(When I talk I'm ignored)
I said a few things, you were warned
(I just wanted to be)
Just one of your friends, but you got bored
Nah (You don't like me fuck you)
Tornado whirlwind, like a typhoon
(You don't like me fuck you, You don't like me fuck you)

Walk a motherfucking mile in these shoes
Had to take a different path, new shortcut to you
Leaves crunching on the ground, been there since June
Lights off in the distance, creeping towards you

So fragile like glass in a glass box
Astronauts in space, staring down as the earth rots
Shielding like its Smash bros
Bet you wish you stayed home
Look straight in the chrome, $20 on a cell phone
I'm in agony, stranger, I'm the yellowman
Red bottom sky, metallic intuition
Ice man, weekend, hunting in my own skin
Super rich kids, got nothing but loose ends
Hunned Bandz
Bandz of skin cells, alien
I go nowhere, I guess you could come in
Something, suspicious super peeked in
Fuck sins, dead by dawn in the morning

Pause
Grave spray painted bright pink
I got a hundred couple people that don't like me
I see. whatever yea we die see
Icee, I tip toe in crispy cream