Lyrics Danger Incorporated – Love On The Internet

Louie Duffelbags:
Do you think we can fall
In love on the internet, on the internet
Do you think we can fall

I know you got money but you ain’t got vision
17 years in this close minded prison
The internet told me that someone could make it
Oh Danger Boys made it when no one would listen
I hope that you see me, I hope that you hate it
And know that we made it, we ain’t even faded
Oh baby just know that your team is outdated
I hope that you see me, I hope that you see me up in the sky with all my Danger Boys
Hope that you need me, I hope that you need me, I hope that you need me
Your love’s like a floppy disk, everyone sees it but no one can use it
My life’s like an anime, incorporated or nobody dangerous loses

Boothlord:
Internet throw me a bone, hitting up cyber space rolling along, Danger Boys hit the show
I’ve seen you texting my phone, when did we all get so cold
Hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me you do
Hate on, hate on, hate on, hate on my crew
Update my feelings for you
No love in my heart
God, I’ve got some healing to do
Looking for love on the PornHub
And all I could find was the numbers in cyber speed
I hope the last time you liked my pic on Instagram wasn’t the last time you thought of me
Hell is in awe to me (honestly)
Yo she just isn’t that hot to me, nothing is stopping me
Danger Boy’s always on top of things

Louie Duffelbags:
Do you think we can fall
In love on the internet, on the internet
Do you think we can fall
In love on the internet, on the internet, on the internet

Larry LoudPack:
You know I been lurking, been swerving, been fiending, been stalking, been searching
I’m tired of hurting, she all in my DM’s, she surfing, damn this shit perfect
I cannot run away (can’t do it, no), I cannot help but obey (can’t help it, oh)
Foreign shit talking purée, still gloomy and rocking this grey
She hunting me like a banshee, hash so fucking loud so I can’t
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Yung Danger Boys run up, stampede
You can’t bite the hand, if it don’t feed

Randy Provolone:
AY!
Get on my, get it to AM & PM
The young boy you see, you out then you out
Randy even like steven with glo
Serving packs now you know I’m in route
What is you saying
Xbox the game that you playing
I Friday the 13th that pussy I’m Jason
The Yung Boi’s we glowing and that some shit ain’t it
I got some purp when I pull up
She all on my dick doing pull-ups
Baby bottle my cup need some Pullus
That pussy built tough like a Ford truck
My model named Molly and she on that lucy
Throwing her shade and she seeing right through me
I got some gas when I pull up in the zoomie
Randy gon’ act like a fool when they see me

Louie Duffelbags:
Do you think we can fall
In love on the internet, on the internet
Do you think we can fall
In love on the internet, on the internet, on the internet