This is a song about "Windows computers"

Green windows looking like they're made of stained glass, gothic

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

His blood chilling windows start drilling into my soul

You got your nails did, damn girl you're on a roll

Imagine them trapped in confinries,waving through windows,peeking for recovery n

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

I'm on my uk shit

And the windows are tinted.

Keep your doors locked and your windows shut

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

Had looked through the windows!

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Lock your windows and doors at night, better watch out for my knife

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live