Lyrics:
off the Grid
Your life will be an ocean of tranquility
You know I got an adapter for that
You want micro services
Do you lack self-discipline?
Just
The Inter City service
To the rural fields, The Iron grid
An espresso at the Roma termini
A stopover in Triest
Dragging iron ore from Kiruna
All connected by
I'm off the grid baby lévite avec moi
J'ai joystick pour toi choisis la voie de ton choix
We had a cool day lucky surfons dessus
P'tites choses à se
would take the toll that it did
Now this time of year I go off the grid
It's the Autumn breeze, the golden leaves, sunset across the water
Chill in
his corn to harvest a field of sin
Mrs Brown called me shortly after three a.m.
And she cried singer of sad songs I need your services today
Doctor
service in the mountains
Damn, this shits an ego trip
They tryna guess when I been at
I just been off the grid
Counting cake
Off the grid
Staying baked
Off
Feel the vibes
Yea
I unplug when I'm plugged in
Got no service in the hills here
I've been feeling like I'm rolling
Drank empty but I'm pouring
I
to harvest a field of sin
Mrs Brown called me shortly after three a.m.
And she cried singer of sad songs I need your services today
Doctor of broken hearts got
till I hit the grid.
I got the cream I got the dip I got the chips I hustle hard like a pimp.
Serving it up with these chips cuz I go hard with
Aint no service in the hills
I swear you'll never reach me now
Im way off the grid don't ask me for shit
Theres gotta be more beyond the horizon
down, and the moon, try to get away
Said I wanna be like you, but I can't
Let's run away so far, we can't get back
Till the service, get lost and we can't
I want a 50 fuck a 30 yeah
Where I come from niggas Purging
His bitch just hit me she say it’s Urgent yeah
I’m on the way for the service
Giving me
service so don't charge your phone
Patsy and Dolly gonna take us home
Fingers crossed we both get lost
And find a little paradise
In the middle of nowhere
City, please go easy on me
We went off the grid (what?)
We ain't watch the throne, we took it
We went viral on 'em, they lookin'
It's a Sunday
Uh, Mysterious ways, am I really okay?
Don't got a grip, might go off the grid been grindin' for 300 days (woo)
Don't got a key to the wraith
Tellin'
these halls
Your deadline is coming
So be of service
Now i know your purpose
For i need the hands of an artist
We're back at the start, bring her to me
like the harvests
So many Rollies around you and you want all of them
Somebody told me you thinkin' 'bout snatchin' jewelry
I should've listened when
Got struck by the first volley
Of the war in the corps
Never held my service
Send 'em a wire, give 'em my best
This ammunition never rests
No
Got struck by the first volley
Of the war in the corps
Never held my service
Send 'em a wire, give 'em my best
This ammunition never rests
No
Warrior, warrior, warrior
The pain takes a backseat
For a cause, with no applause
From his country
No service leaves him lesser
When he loses his
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souls blessed
For the morning's blood shed harvest
Can you reach me, can you hold me
Can you leave me here in silence?
Take my children, golden
Hello this is a public service announcement
From the Government of Canada
The Canada is what happens when you
Put French people in the woods ha ha
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