P.O.S.

Infinite Scroll
Awestricken my brow Furled up my lip is curled All distant Need a referral for a different world Audacious my instinct is to go and get small places Fuck your lease, I don't owe you shit Outlandish I get low and I hover there Not Branded, cause if they could They'd discover air Rain Walrus, under a pelt like a brother bear Stone Fragments trapped in air tight tupperware Who's missing The headcount says minus 1 Dude, Listen Priest, my mouth is a science gun Intrepid Below ice like the submarine Bin section looking at old tight drum machines Mixed potion Hoping to grow like thumbelin Your shits broken So watch me roll like tumbleweed Old Patterns Breaking interrupt duplicates No data SongtexteBlank your concepts toothless It's done Yeah I am a Dead men walking And the streets ain't talking Cause they busy talking to they phone Favoriting they problems Liking all they causes Can't help feelin alone I'm tryna live it while I can Feeling every feeling Every feeling I can stand Unplugged Unstuck (Instead a) Unwound And undone (Head down Thumbs up) Instead of Lost in the infinite Woke up flat broke in a back seat Low-ball recalling til I choke down the caffeine Throbbing in my back when I feel the Earth beneath my feet Life's no beach, it's a rabid dog in heat And I'm not your hostage, I'm hot potato—hash you out later Not now, I'm way too gone for the page you're on In fact I burned the whole book like my next high depended on it Batting fat lashes at the casting, ranting “Save the fucking dolphins, you guys,” While I mash a tuna sandwich Fables never sounded so rounded and pounding Never wound down, never found out Who's counting, who's down with us Should be obvious not a network mess I guess that's why my cuticles uplift in upset for the present unkept Tenderness of my fleshiness Dead with the swelling of this particular winter's discontent I am a Dead men walking And the streets ain't talking Cause they busy talking to they phone Favoriting all my problems Liking all my causes Can't help feelin alone I'm tryna live it while I can Feeling every feeling Every feeling I can stand Unplugged Unstuck (Instead a) Unwound And undone Lost in the infinite Ugh Compare myself to who? Skitching on this mother ship Rock with a champion crew Fit with this other shit I don't even know what they do I ain't tryna learn It's servant shit I never knew I'm a Professional profession skipper Never been a job I didn't quit To hit a stage an rip it Get it in Get in to it Better with this Off the map I'm Ten and two-ing Keep it movin Constantly Keep that foolish off a me Possibilities are literally limitless But got the screen like inches from your vision Man that scenery is written text Tryna knowledge up this girl Who's talking to her phone tho Typing hella awkward Bout some other chick she don't know Hate the hand dealt Self help Through Selfie therapy Play the feels felt With your digital self Aimlessly Only dramatic people Utter no drama Butter nutting the beef They only seem to keep a pounda Aus Songtexte Mania