Microphones in 3030

All I want is to lay in the dark and play zelda rando in my mind and be drunk forever and never see the things you do If I had a spine, I'd melt my forearm into a blade, and cut into whatever it is in my head that thinks of you and slide away. I been slidin' like a thief, move in silence, I'm a creep RADIO to my head, god damn I'm goin deep from the pines Got gold behind my teeth lo-fi sc-fi guy all on the beat See the palms on the beach, put your palm up and reach Break the binds that you see, find what you can be This is a reminder to me, don't let the days fly past Don't get stuck in the past, build something to last Find something at last, try to make it better You can always make shit worse Breakin' down the measures, you can put it in a verse Gotta stay fresh til they put me in a hearse Please put me in the dirt In the mountains buried with the trees A little bit of freedom blowin' in the breeze Everytime I breathe I'll take some with me But a mortal man that's all I can be Feel so clean like a money machine Printin' cash coverin' Mom Jeans Farm engagement postin' Family Guy memes And force my way into the scene Act 21 when I'm actually 33 Make every conversation about me End every tweet with a Patreon link Put the second verse behind a paywall see Yeezy, Nike, Supreme, still hot to the hype beast Off white, Birkin, Telfar wait fuck nevermind Dad, I've got some questions One, what tuning do you play in?