Lyrics:

Feel the vibrations
Hear what it’s saying
If I never said it, you can call me the

Feeling impatient.
Deal with frustration
I get wasted off of the what

I’m a robot, that can only be laced with
Booms from the music, I can almost taste it.
The low ends keep me going till the day’s end
When the bass dies, I start to play dead

Body and soul were created in a basement.
If I never said it, you can call me the

Memory erased, and I roam on the pavements
of the city till I hear a resonating

I’m alive
Call me the

If you never made it to the club, I won’t say shit.
Watch me dance, powered by instrumentations
This is the way I live, is it tainted?
As long as this is pumping, I know I can make it.

Day after day, boomboxes are amazing
To consume until my doom is sooner than negated.
“Hey it’s the robot that feeds off the bass with
no treble,” don’t settle for the high wave lengths

-now, do you really feel elated? While the
war between the bass and the treble is raging.

Say now this is my payment.
Low sounds are dollars, it’s my minimum wages
Now I can travel to far away places.
Looking for more bass that’s different from the stations

Mainstream music is definitely lamest.
Songs that last for a month at the latest.
makes me feel so jaded
Hope the cops don’t stop the music when they raid it.
Blazed in the face, and feeling like a bass
High off the music, I’m intoxicated
Watch what you say, I’m inebriated
Feeling supped up, and vision is pixilated.
Dancing on the floor like I’m motherfucking famous
Doing ballet, and then I start breaking

I can’t keep up with the pace it’s
Too fast, knew that I shouldn’t be in races.
Too much bass, I knew I couldn’t stay lit
Overload, don’t explode in this situation
You call it vomit and this is regurgitation.
I’m sorry to say this, this is outrageous
But the vibrations make me nauseated.
Too much – is coming out my

Feel the vibrations
Hear what it’s saying
If I never said it, you can call me the

Feeling impatient.
Deal with frustration
I get wasted off of the what

I’m a robot, that can only be laced with
Booms from the music, you can call me the

The low ends keep me going till the day’s end
When the bass dies, I start to play the what

This is so crazy, totally insane and
If I don’t get the bass back, I’ll go ape shit
Fighting every guy with the airs and the graces
Never thought a robot could only stop to say quits
Sitting down, on the ground, no motivation
Starting to regret that I’m living like a
Exhausted, I lost it, weary, enervated
I need to refuel, if only I had some

I’m alive
Call me the

Look at me, look at me my retaliation
Against all the haters who said I couldn’t make it
Back for Round 2, so hot that I’m naked
On fire, aweinspired, muscles restrengthened.

Back to the club, it’s mine for the taking.
I’ll show you what happens when you start the forsaking.
Getting in your face, 3D Animation
What you can’t finish is what I’m initiating

Don’t get complicated
Running around
Touching the ground
Up until now
Loving the crowd

I’m on medications
I’m running and turning
Until it is burning
And yearning to murder
The birds in a furious
Way – nobody can save me

Waiting, debating
And changing my mind
Until I can make up
A way to survive
it’s so stimulating
Here – we – go – I – feel – like mating

Makes me want to call you baby
I’m feeling excited, maybe titillating
Lovemaking and a little bit of what
Bass gets me going until we’re fornicating

and if you really want, we can play it safely
After all, I am a robot with applications
Hardware, jutting out, start the copulation.
Oil’s running, spoiled and never discriminating

now I start the relaxation.
Bass everywhere, in your hair, on your face and
yeah you’re looking pretty shameless
with your rings, and your jewels, and all of your bracelets.
well, I have some prior engagements
I got to get going cause my tank is getting vacant
This is my occupation
I’m getting all the – and I put it in my

Feel the vibrations
Hear what it’s saying
If I never said it, you can call me the

Feeling impatient.
Deal with frustration
I get wasted off of the what

I’m a robot, that can only be laced with
Booms from the music, you can call me the
The low ends keep me going till the day’s end
When the bass dies, I start to play the what

Body and soul were created in a basement.
If I never said it, it’s quite the fascination
Memory erased, and I roam on the pavements
of the city till I hear a resonation

You can call me the

I get wasted off of the