Lyrics:
She Likes Hair Bands
On satellite radio
But I was in one
So it's a little too close to home
She can dance like
She's done it for a living before
exactly
I'll pimp prophets so profounding labels don't like contract me
I'm one of a kind; they gotta find a satellite to contact me
Let us bow, I thank
It's the apocalypse a dystopian dream
The internet would be the one to kill you and me
Too busy kissing mirrors and those cell phone screens
dont wanna fight
So when i step to the light and make it right
So when i wake up in the morning, shit i cant deny
Like a satelite
She wanna ride
Big
Talking in my head
I'm talking in my head yeah
Je suis dans la lune
Dancing under moonlight
Your phone and you hide
Something written in your eyes
right into a home yah. now im sitting all alone yah.thinking that your gona hit my phone yah.found yah old shirt in my closet yah.always on my mind please
Signal got lost to the satellite
Got lost in the
Rideup to the
Plungedown;
Man sends the ray of the electric light
Sends the impulse
Through
If I had the ways to show you, we could fly away
Like a satellite floating out in space
If I had the means to reach you, I could celebrate,
You've been forever on my mind
Or at least
For one night
From far away I sent your goodbyes
Now I'm like
Satellites
Help me understand the why
To continue our life,
I almost said your name when I texted,
To wish them goodnight,
I put my phone down and unpick key moments,
To change your mind,
Then
It Happens All The Time (keating/mayone)
I walk myself around the block
On my phone pretend to talk
She's underground lost to wireless now
a crisis
Reminding me of Isis
The goddess not the terror group
Though I’m sure she’s a terror too
Her phone is her power tool
Drilling to the ether fool
the way to the satellites, yea
Locking eyes with the moonlight, yea
Smooth breeze running through the sky, yea
I gotta feeling we gon be alright, yea
Ain't
America right there in front of me
Lost my head in my hotel room
When the ground shook
Had to choose between the Bible
And the phone book
You're
line
We twist and turn like satellites
Long enough to keep us alive
Don't wake me up to bring me down
It's getting late, make up your mind
Don't hang up
di gyal, don't chat, you too wicked
Weh you run gone pan your phone fa? Wrong digit
You ah call di man, me call a cab, she zim it
And ah straight ah
if you ain't got that pin number dummy, you can't call me
To hook up with Mix you gotta call that number
Then sit by the phone and wonder
Will he
Walk up like the shit, they send me back in line, yeah
See that look they gave me, when they passing by, yeah
Might go fly to Saturn, imma satellite
like me nuh swing pon e line
When me say cyber, you know seh a crime
From a juvenile, ah di phone me ah dial
Dollar coin
Vpn me nuh trust satellite
And I can't call her
Hell I don't care
Anywhere phones don't work
Where I can't see her picture
I can't hear her voice
And even if I wanted to
I ain't
Bauchgefühl
Ihr seid nicht in meiner Range, keine Traffic Lights, Ey
Weil ich outta Space wie ein Satellite bin, Ja
Was ich brauch hab ich bei mir
Hör nur auf
Satellite the message, hope these bitches get the memo
A nigga might bounce out, if I hit the stain you know its all black
Bitch you cannot fuck me if you do
like you are near
On the phone you make me sweat
You make my body oh so wet
Tell me what is on your mind
'Cause you're my lover on the line
[Chorus]
like you are near
On the phone you make me sweat
You make my body oh so wet
Tell me what is on your mind
'Cause you're my lover on the line
[Chorus]
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