Lyrics Bpm Zero - Ed Axel

The camera was taunting us
We love the things that haunted us
The models never talk enough
The Truman show was stalking us

The camera was taunting us
We love the things that haunted us
The models never talk enough
The Truman show was stalking us

Side note
Do this with my eyes closed
Tell that nigga I'm grown
Like my daddy told me
Fuck em feed em I know

I'm Michael Jackson but modern day
Made sure I called up my mom today
Fucked on a nigga that's probably gay
Okay I get it he probably trade

He probably not
He probably ain't
He polyamorous today
He probably got a girl at home
We probably gonna find a way

Models so skinny they fossil faced
Coke on they tung and they lost their taste
Dance to the drums let your mind escape
DJ gon play what the models say

The camera was taunting us
We love the things that haunted us
The models never talk enough
The Truman show was stalking us

The camera was taunting us
We love the things that haunted us
The models never talk enough
The Truman show was stalking us

Fuck all these white women out of my face
Family on welfare my uncle up state
My cousins demise was the end of his fate
Rico got shot right before he could blink

Dance with the devil don't go on no dates
God ain't protecting the children he made
Crackers and twinks full of terrible traits
That boy got a girl but I feel like he trade

She got a dick but I bet that he slide
She left his crib just as soon I arrive
Okay okay I guess that he bi
This for the niggas that's questioning god

Pray to myself but I worship my mom
I was on Harlan with Bug on my side
Bpm zero the rhythm of time
All of the smiles protecting the cries