Gimme That 8-Bit

(ooh) Gimme. Yeah. Gimme. Look.

Glitch in the matrix,

I don’t play nice Coin in the slot,

yeah, I’m rolling the dice Rebel-boy swagger with a punk rock bite

Chiptune bleeding through the retro light You want the classic?

I’m the new wave Breaking the terminal,

digging a grave Pixelated royalty,

terminal crave Catch me in the basement generating rave Level one,

level two, step to the boss Counting up the wins,

I don’t care about the loss Static in the signal when I

cross that line CRT monitor,

ahead of my time.

Gimme the bass, gimme the screen Gimme the dirtiest sound that you’ve

seen No insertion, no cheat code,

no key You want the future?

Then gimme to me

Gimme that, gimme that (Yeah) Gimme that,

gimme that (Look) Gimme that

8-bit, blow out the track!

Skateboard scraping on a motherboard grid Did it for the underground,

did it for the kid Paper planes flying through a retro sky

Solder on my fingers,

electric in my eye High score killer,

arcade elite Suckers getting stepped on,

rhythm in the street Bassline chunky like a brick in the wall

Global domination, we’re taking it all Heavy metal graphics on a floppy

disk drive Bury the machinery to keep it alive You talk a

lot of data but your signal is weak I’m the monster in

the machine that you seek.

Glitch. Glitch. Pause. Reset.

Everything I want is the everything I get.

Glitch. Glitch. Pause. Reset.

Betting all my lives,

yeah, I’m making a bet.

(Voice distorts dropping an octave)

Heavy in the system.

Dirty

on the track. We ain’t ever going back.

(hahaha) Gimme the bass,

gimme the screen

Gimme the dirtiest sound that you’ve seen

No insertion, no cheat code,

no key You want the future?

Then gimme to me

Gimme that, gimme that Gimme that,

gimme that Gimme that 8-bit,

blow out the track!

Gimme. Game over. (ahhhh)