Lyrics:
down the gibbet's line
Painted up with golden hues, a pyre of hopeful news
A radio transmission breaking through
I've been looking for a way to pass
of holding it in
I'm sick of tiptoeing 'round
Quietly bleeding
Now I've opened the lines
There's gonna be a transmission
I'm sick of waiting for signs
hold the fort
All black, sticks out like I'm Voldemort
Lights out, stomped out like a line been short
This ain't what you want, better teleport
I got
Say a prayer for me, say a prayer, say a prayer
Cause I could cross the line any minute
And I could use divine intervention
So keep me in your
some Whole Wheat Mayo and
COLD TURKEY
Now she addict she hitting my line I told her fine I'll fuck one more time took away da pipe now I got her sick so
inner shape generator. Blowing every cerebral fuse
Insanity filtered and systematized. Feeding the tools of mind abuse
Mind signal transmission
the night
A picture in my room
And I think that she knew her lines
Break away tonight
I wanna hold your hand
We've got to get it right
We've got
to the fine line
That I can never cross
In your mind
Transmission getting lost
It's me, it's my decision
She don't really need to know
It's just a temporary
lines fall to the ground, to the ground
And every constellation was looking out, looking out
I heard the transmission start fizzling out, fizzling out
Telephone
My telephone
Telephone
My telephone
Receiving sacred transmissions
We used to talk
Over drinks in the kitchen
All night long
Now I'm stuck
word, that's the definition
This is repetition, I keep counting money
Over and over, ain't no slipping like a transmission
Is there money in my pocket,
the night
A picture in my room
And I think that she knew her lines
Break away tonight
I wanna hold your hand
We've got to get it right
We've got
you got her head big
Three hundred a line for the Wock', I'm sippin' red still
I know how the feds feel, I make it hard to catch me
Cuz sellin' corn
transmission's about to fall out
The only thought that's on my brain is the new car
I could be driving now
Rumor is they're having a sale over at the push
I'm on a mission
I'm ready to turn on the transmission
I'm getting into position
When you catch me
I'm going to disapear like I'm a magican
I'm
a lazy ass boy on your ass wishing
200 on my dash I f***** the transmission
I can't bicker with no girl who be always b********
You better watch out it
A little transmission
A tiny show
A slight performance
Of the chaos here inside my soul
Three worlds colliding
Creating my apocalypse
Depression
Like a surgeon during peak procedure
Our ability to seek is major
Take a breath and count to ten
As you go down, we will begin
Transmission one
advice over my premonition
Swerving avoid collision
Instruction intuition
World a fish bowl guess im fishing
It's all on the line feel that tension
Tesla
The static speaks my name
Sight and sound
Curated mandated discord negated
Beaming down
Transmissions sedating with fear propagating
Relinquish
Couple hundred for the kicks
Shiiiiiid fuck it
Had to cop the matching fit
It was nothing
cnd now the transmission's slipping in my bucket
Got damn
Now
living like we Savage
It's randy, I'm laggy, but I'm keeping it dandy
But I get violent on the net like Kobra Kai Karate
These phone lines are dark vines
Take a trip to the six, to the rap nigga
Say I'm broke but I'm rich, I really cap different
Went too fast up in the whip, fucked up the transmission
so!
You've torn your dress, your face is a mess
You can't get enough, but enough ain't the test
You've got your transmission and your live wire
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