Lyrics:
several precincts This machine in my hands allows me to talk with dead niggas Mitchondrial Eve, the Mocha Lisa, bogus rebreather Eyes full of fate,
rebreather tanks seem small Under a planet that never wanes A sun that never sets Time travel astronaut Save us from ourselves Vanamonde! The hungry mouth,
I keep a blunt in my mouth like a fucking rebreather Feeling like I'm tripping cause I swear That I can see the future man and it suits me yeah Ima
and rebreather To ascend from the ocean Twenty fathoms deeper Existentially locked inside By ice on the surface The only way out at this point now Is to venture
Look to the mountain Rings in the sky Green yeti's callin' Upon the mountain high Path laid before us Trip takes too long Elevation rebreather
deep into the ocean I need a rebreather Hold me just like now I need your touch, I'm on the line Only you can hold me tight You're the only one who's
the ship's sinkin', you got a rebreather and Flint finally has clean water But you got enough money saved up For ivy college for your daughter's daughters So
She's a sailor Warm healer Cold quencher Re-breather One foot on the Earth, one in the sea A hand on the sun and one holding me I'm known very well
Discuss these Rebreather Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In