TV Guide Lyrics – Vince Staples

Read the complete TV Guide Lyrics by Vince Staples from the album Cry Baby along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Vince Staples’s music, you can also explore The Big Bad Wolf and Only In America, two other songs by Vince Staples.

[Intro]
Television
Television
Television
Television

[Chorus]
T-t-t-television, you turn me on
L-l-l-looking at you, I’m not alone
M-m-m-movie magic up on the screen
I think the television’s controlling me, woah, oh, oh
[Verse 1]
Woke up, turned on the TV, went to sleep watching TV
Breaking news on the TV, must be true, it’s on TV
Pacified by the TV, glued my eyes to the TV
Execution in my pollution, live on the TV

[Refrain]
Fu*k are you looking at?
What the fu*k are you looking at?
What the fu*k are you looking at?
What the fu*k arе you looking at?

[Chorus]
T-t-t-television, you turn me on
L-l-l-looking at you, I’m not alonе
M-m-m-movie magic up on the screen
I think the television’s controlling me, woah, oh, oh
Television, you turn me on
L-l-l-looking at you, I’m not alone
M-m-m-movie magic up on the screen
I think the television’s controlling me, woah, oh, oh

[Verse 2]
Dare to dream, how to get on that silver screen?
Lights, cameras, action, bravo, can’t you hear the guns clapping?

Bravo, can’t you see the thugs acting macho?
Just like Marlon Brando, just like Al Pacino
Catcher in the Rye, catch the B-roll

[Refrain]
Fu*k are you looking at?
What the fu*k are you looking at?
What the fu*k are you looking at?
What the fu*k are you looking at?

[Chorus]
T-t-t-television, you turn me on
L-l-l-looking at you, I’m not alone
M-m-m-movie magic up on the screen
I think the television’s controlling me, woah, oh, oh
Television, you turn me on
L-l-l-looking at you, I’m not alone
M-m-m-movie magic up on the screen
I think the television’s controlling me, woah, oh, oh

[Verse 3]
One, two, three, jump, I’m gone with the wind
Grab the popcorn, please, let’s begin as I serenade a Song of the South
They never let a realer n!gga up in their house
I ain’t a toy, they wanna put a n!gga up in a box
Richard Pryor with the fire, now they getting me hot
They looking at me like a joke, what’s all the laughing about? I ain’t no Dumbo
Jim Crow, swearing he fly, who gives a fu*k though?
Who really cares though, who’s the great and powerful Oz and who is the Scarecrow?
Who’s the Witch though? Power of the dollar decline, they give us crypto
Let the coin flip, head or tails? Go ‘head and pick which one they’re going in (Who gives a fu*k?)
Where’s the love at? Touched by Uncle Sam, you better fu*k back
You better bounce that ass, you better drop that ass, you better fu*k back
You better move that ass before they use that ass, you better fu*k back
You better shake that ass before they take that ass, you better fu*k back
You better glue that ass

[Chorus]
T-t-t-television, you turn me on
L-l-l-looking at you, I’m not alone
M-m-m-movie magic up on the screen
I think the television’s controlling me, woah, oh, oh
Television, you turn me on
L-l-l-looking at you, I’m not alone
M-m-m-movie magic up on the screen
I think the television’s controlling me, woah, oh, oh