Woke Up and Asked Siri How I’m Gonna Die Songtext
von Armand Hammer

Because I like JPEGs, uh
For the resolution, the color, the size of them
Everything about JPEGs I like

Siri

(One Trillion raised to the tenth power is 1000-)

Woke up and asked Siri how I′m gonna die, she replied
She replied
Woke up and asked Siri how I'm gonna die, she replied
She replied, she replied

I ain′t seen the bottom yet, I ain't seen the bottom yet
Drag the whip on her collared neck
Euphoria, boomerang side effect
I be lying like I'm just a man
I be lying like I′m just a man
I ain′t know I be meaning it


Pouring thick, I'm a sticky bun
Planted in when I should′ve ran
I was filled from an empty pot
Magdalene miracles
I'm just a image, a fetish, I fantasize
I be a fool for me first
Keep it close, it be cheaper
The first lie, the warmest, my pistol smokin′ (smokin', smokin′...)

Mumbled through the brain fog
Tinnitus like a chainsaw
Cookies crumble, I know that's what you came for
Fake humble with a head full of case law
Marbled steak, put it back in the case so it can age more
Patient carnivore
Ate 'til my jaw ached, wait for her to say I can have it raw

Wild dogs, fresh wounds and old scars
Wild cards pulled out the deck as if the game weren′t already hard
Wild thick, quit therapy, she′s fixed
Healing factor with the claws
Weapon X décolletage
You haven't lived til′ you're pulled over in your baby mother′s car with a grip
(Siri)


I came, I saw, flipped a couple mitts and dipped like W.D. Fard
Left a tip in the room with the key cards
Life's a trip, if you live long enough you gon′ see it all
Life's a blip, I flew in under the radar
Beat up spaceships, sliding under the light of a dead star
Still made my shift, appropriately lit for the graveyard