Picture cutscenes of Tmo and Earl footworking in post-apocalyptic Los Angeles, swerving a rusted out and seemingly abandoned Lamborghini -flying a Tek Life flag high while on their way to get weed, tracking out on cinematic and steampunk 808s and other various pieces of refurbished machinery. Maybe envision Tmo with a field recorder held up to the laser Earl is using to fend off mutants. You don’t have to picture any of that but that is what I imagined upon hearing this song.
