Lyrics:
to go
I know somebody must have told her
That I travel and I lie
That they saw me drunk in mobile
With some wired up chick from Jacksonville
rides like a bus station
See my phone ringin', see my diamonds danglin'
See the bitches blinkin', blue c-notes,
All of 'em singin', blue c-notes
All
Woke up one morning
Singing phrases from a dream
Into his mobile phone
His note book out of reach
In the morning
It doesn't matter
One
Well Dixie was from sunny Alabama
Those old steel rails would roll to Birmingham
Mobile, her final destination
I looked down at the ticket in her hand
of July of 1991
I no dey stay too far from Liberation stadium
And I dey chop bole and fish and yam
And everybody know say man'a real skeng don
Southside
You say we cannot know for certain
But that won't stop me from believing
Doubt is not a destination
Only a station we're all leaving
Because in
world know a nigga wild (he's wildin')
We been at the gas station, all night (all night with it)
We been at the gas station, all night (ha)
Data had
Where in the world did you come from my dear?
Did some mysterious voice tell you I'd still be here?
I bought this ticket to Mobile, but I been
thinking wings stop
Feigning lemon pepper, I got my thing cocked
Black bat-mobile, it's only new Ferrari
It's called Scaglietti, one button like an Atari
I'm
the cow from the milk, the worm from the silk
The friggin' slave from the quilt
Put food on my table one day but mad 'cause I didn't offer you lemonade
The millennium turned, the world online,
Mobile and social, redefined.
Broadband connections, data unfurls,
In a high-speed chase, the virtual swirls.
Now quantum
things
Soon it will fall
We can read it from the papers
We can see it on the silver screen
Wherever we go
They're knocking at our door
Throw away
writing tunes
I’m warming myself so aimlessly
By the pale glow of my mobile phone’s screen
Trying to find some poetry in my anxiety
But "no rose of prose
writing tunes
I’m warming myself so aimlessly
By the pale glow of my mobile phone’s screen
Trying to find some poetry in my anxiety
But "no rose of prose
writing tunes
I’m warming myself so aimlessly
By the pale glow of my mobile phone’s screen
Trying to find some poetry in my anxiety
But "no rose of prose
cell phones with me
There will be no Tweeting, no Facebooking
No playing the PlayStation, no Instagram, no YouTubing
Whatever happens on this bus,
Um lampin', um lampin', um cole cole lampin'
I got loowies boy, um not trampin
I just came from da-crib ya know
Um on da go-throw ya tank into
by a barrage from a M-16
But to each his own, choose you mobile phone
Choose a tailored suit, the luxury home
You'll never get caught, 'cause you
news feeds, election polls and leads
Live on my mobile screen so I can tell
Collecting data for a change a deal I can`t deny
Personalized advertisement
Matrix reloaded upon your shoulders
You drink mead, so you told us
Pirate metal parties
Foreskins getting cheesy
From making a scene
Over your mobile
I was scanning through the stations
Every channel sounded clear
With tempo like a timepiece
You know you are on a grid
you just slide the snare
The first cycles of this virus I can send through a modem
Infiltration hits your station
No microsoft or enhanced dos will impede
Society thinks their safe
at distance baby call my phone then
Stuck inside a loop of love and data mobile
Playing with emotions now my heart is totaled
See I'm, Stuck inside a loop,
then/Change/Delete all data
Centralized and/all of us connected
Never have we/been so perfect as now
Never have we/strayed so far from the truth
All the world is now
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