Jon Connor 2099 Lyrics

[Intro]
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Happy New Year!
[Verse 1: Jon Connor]
How you ain't got a job, but say you looking for benefits?
Instagram, Tele-shit, everybody is gettin' rich
Little girls twerking, somebody better come get these kids
Took wisdom out of school, and replaced it with ignorance
The game twisted; this shit is looking like licorice
Freedom of speech: Some hate it, and some defendin' it
Let's be clear: My pronouns is "him", and "his"
I'm so confused, nowadays, what we offended with
I'm so confused by the new world we livin' in
Social media make Jerry [?] look innocent
TikTok have grown men on some different shit
Seen a nigga try'na down a whole gallon of cinnamon (Oh my god!)
Where the money at? Who got it?
OnlyFans make the question, "Why do college?"
Er'body go to jail, no matter who shot it
Get convicted, get a hundred-thousand new followers

[Pre-Chorus: Jon Connor]
Watch out, get back, DM's
Detached playground, harassed husband
Get snatched, just fast, shit looking like a bad fight
So we 'gon party like it's everybody last night (Uhh!)

[Chorus: Jon Connor]
What'chu lookin' for? (Lookin' for?)
Who you lookin' at? (Lookin' at?)
You lookin' real good (real good)
Would'ja look at that (look at that)
What'chu tripping fo'?
Put it out your mind
We 'gon party like it's 2099
Watch out, get back, watch out, get back
Watch out, get back, watch out, get back What'chu thinkin' 'bout?
Put it out your mind
We 'gon party like it's 2099
[Interlude: Jon Connor & Hi-Rez]
Two, zero, nine, nine
Two, zero, nine, nine
Two zero, nine, nine
(Rez) Two, zero, (Jon, what up?), nine, nine

[Verse 2: Hi-Rez]
Food shortages, better get in line
There's a rise in crime by design
I don't idolize ain't no rappers anymore
'Cause they don't even write they rhymes
Everyone they influence, and now it's 2099, uh
State of emergency, but certainly no urgency
Sent your bank in digital currency, lead to your servant
See these women having surgery purposely saying [?]
All these rappers and rockstars work for the machine, uh
OnlyFans, and your only fan is a lonely
Man with a Cricket wireless phone plan
VR goggles on, while he slow dance with no pants
I would never pay for pictures of these women, no chance!
Ass-shots, and lip-shots, bathroom mirror TikTok's
[?] pit stops, Chinatown wrist watch
Fake Gucci flip-flops, bought it at a thrift shop
I don't have time for this, someone please make this shit stop!

[Chorus: Jon Connor]
What'chu lookin' for? (Lookin' for?)
Who you lookin' at? (Lookin' at?)
You lookin' real good (real good)
Would'ja look at that (look at that)
What'chu tripping fo'?
Put it out your mind
We 'gon party like it's 2099
Watch out, get back, watch out, get back
Watch out, get back, watch out, get back
What'chu thinkin' 'bout?
Put it out your mind
We 'gon party like it's 2099